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I'm back to that coffee shop, Sunday afternoon, by myself but that's how I liked it. Earbuds plugged in tight, cuss words pounding my eardrums while I tapped away ridiculously hoping that whatever came out would somehow stay on my blog and out of my head. It probably worked, at least to say goodbye to her. Before that, it was eighth-grade angsting ( Read more... ) -
Stuff I need to say to myself
CiCi stop pretending. Stop pretending you don't care, or that you can avoid feeling connections. It's not true, it's not you. When did you decide that feeling love for people was such a bad thing? Maybe in college when you realized that a lot of people are only temporary, and though you could be closer to them than anyone in your life one day, the ( Read more... ) -
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So I keep talking myself out of writing a personal journal entry. It's probably pretentious to talk about yourself and publish it for your friends to read, but sometimes I feel like I need to talk, but I'm not good at actually asking people if they can talk to me. I don't like being angsty, and I keep trying to find ways to get rid of it, and the ( Read more... ) -
Oh yeah! I have a journal. Does anyone actually read these things?
I've been sitting in the same spot for over an hour, feeling excited, intimidated, motivated, afraid, and confident. It appears I've entered the delirious stage of being sick. Or my surroundings are finally catching up with me. It's been a strange, fast three weeks. I've already managed to get an apartment, make a couple new friends, force myself ( Read more... ) -
Word Spiiiiillll
It is said that journaling can be metaphysical, which is perhaps why I try to do it. I have a plentiful amount of homework assignments with a tomorrow AM due-date, but I've decided it's completely appropriate to designate a half-hour out of my day for a mental page-spill. I don't mean to cause any unnecessary concern, but it's been an up-and-down ( Read more... ) -
Math overboil, and on the first day of class...
It's the first day of classes, I had only one (a composition class), and yet I just spent the last three hours studying. I'd rather have been studying for comp, but instead, I was straining and craning at a 24-page basic Algebra review, and all just to take a placement test that will allow me to actually take college-level algebra. Apparently, ( Read more... ) -
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It appears this is to be my second entry of the year, so so much for trying to write and journal more. I suppose it's been a mix of not feeling like writing, and being way to busy to do so. I've had much to write about, but when one is absorbing everything like an obsessive sponge, one must recall these topics at a later date.
The move back to CO ( Read more... ) -
One, Oh-One, One-One
For whatever reason, the idea of counting down and starting over--or just refreshing ourselves--comes with every new year. That feeling usually doesn't last, as we get back to our jobs, routines and lives, forgetting about time-off, family gatherings, gift card spending, feeling "jolly" and new semesters in school. But, as is expected, we make " ( Read more... ) -
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My interval of idle discontent is coming to an end, and I'll be back in school next month. Naturally I'm ecstatic, and I don't think there's anything else I'd rather be doing right now than studying and homework. Too much play time tends to make the play less fun. I don't enjoy it if I can do it. I enjoy it when I have to work before I get there. ( Read more... ) -
Tunneling
I'd walk the lit tunnels with detachment; only in the beginning of my second year was I able to appreciate the winding passageways of almost sci-fi underground. It was always the same route--always the same twists and turns, the same doors, the same breaks underneath the dormitories and the same up-and-outs when the -25 degrees would really hit ( Read more... )