I cannot believe that it is the end of my Senior Week; the end of college. I'd prefer to be writing about this in my Kenya journal, but I can't find it amidst the pile of things I need to pack at the foot of my bed. I also have so much to say that I'd never be able to finish an entry before my motivation fails. We've had a pretty great week; there ( Read more... )

Because I seemingly update twice a year, and at this point it really is just for myself to see where my mental state has gone, this is the check-in. Reading period just started, I leave for Kenya in less than a month, and I haven't received my visa, or really packed yet. I guess I'm waiting until I get home, which probably isn't the smartest plan. ( Read more... )

So all I want to know is, if I have such an insane immune system (and I do), why the fuck have I had this cold for a month? It's bullshit ( Read more... )

So I just got back from a family trip that is probably the Grand Finale of the family trips, and I have to say I'm pretty keen on the idea of taking a year after graduation to live in the Caribbean and work doing something, and just take some time to figure things out. It's gorgeous there, and the climate is lovely. As much as I love everyone ( Read more... )

I just want to write that I had the worst day on record, and I feel that someone I care about a lot has little to no patience with me right now. That's painful, because all I wanted was time with her today, and I can't have it. I guess that's what it will be like?

This has officially been the worst birthday ever, and the only place I can say that without being told to quit whining is where no one will see it. AKA, right here.

Yay for legality.

I'm at a loss for who to be, and since it's practically 2 AM, I'll just write about it. I love my principles, they're like a comfortable vintage dress that suits me. But, I'm facing the foe of contemporary, and the promise of fitting in just a little better, having a piece of that storybook fairytale. Because, while I love my principles, I'm a ( Read more... )

What do we hope to find in literature, that we glorify it so? What should it mean to us, that we take solace in others' mistakes, calling their flaws and errors their brilliance, and naming their pain as inspiring? What should we find; the courage of immortality and the bravery of a confession, or the cowardice of indirect honesty and weight of ( Read more... )

Oh my God. I can't believe Heath Ledger is dead. He's an actor, not from our generation, but one who acts for it. I mean, we've seen the progression of his films, that was one of our icons. Dead?

We have a River Phoenix too.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071227/ap_on_re_as/pakistan

Two roads diverge in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both
We have now chosen the road less sure, and more sinister.