So apparently I really am going to college? Hot fucking damn am I pleased.

We were supposed to review a movie, you see. (Please excuse any typos that may occur, as I just typed this out from the hard copy)

I like to think that the opening chord to A Hard Day's Night is not unlike the "shot heard round the world": both shortly followed a British Invasion and both chimed a new era in American history ( Read more... )

To do:

-Buy new catbox
-Maths
-Traverse the South
-Move to Africa
-Change the world, one delightful child at a time.

(probably in that order)

I wish I could tack this note on my dad and Jennifer's door for her to see when she wakes up in the morning (Because my dad is too much of a pussy to make her act like a grown adult):

"Dear Jennifer,
If you do not do the dishes, I will divorce you.
Your Loving Husband,
Joel"

If only he had the clarity.

I never thought I'd say this, but I really am beginning to miss calculus. I think it's mainly feeling that I'm an intelligent human being with the capacity to learn, and not being asked multiple times a week if I "remember the Pythagorean theorem". Or being told that I can't figure something out, because I don't know calculus (but that's ok! you'll ( Read more... )

Ojala que yo sea una hispanohablante de verdad, y que viva...pues, que yo viva en un lugar donde toda la gente hablen espanol todos los dias. Tambien en un lugar donde no me costaria trabajo hacer los acentos escritos en la computadora ( Read more... )

I never write. I attribute this to my perpetually-fluxuating thoughts and moods, to my capriciousness that keeps me from every making up my mind on something or following through on any one of my many trains of thought - and also to my utter lack of faith in my writing. Everytime I feel the need to write down what I'm thinking or feeling or ( Read more... )

I would write in my blog, but I don't want people to know what I'm thinking.

Today I had a heart-to-heart talk to my mom. I realized that I may never be able to reconcile myself between the side of me that wants to be Thoreau and the part of me that wants to be JFK. Not that there was anything overly exceptional about JFK, except that he seemed to get America['s youth] excited about their future for the first time in a ( Read more... )

I am thankful for Paul Simon.