| Oh Xanga how I neglect you...
So in the past months I have been busy...
I wrecked the Civic, and I now own a nice little Jetta.
I am back in school for the spring semester so I am busy and am taking weird theater classes.
My cat ran away but we now have a new one thanks to Kristina.
In general I am great... but missing you. So in future I promise not to be so neglectful. |
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| I forgot to ask for an absentee ballot so I did not get to vote today, I am a little dissipointed in myself... |
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| We as humans mark our lives by days. Yes we count the minuets and the years and the decades... but it is the days that are important. We have the day we were born, the first day of school, the first dance, the graduation; the day we move out of our parents homes; the day we meet our first love; the day we get married; the day we die. All these things happen in 24 hours. They are defined in those 24 hours. We are like a child standing in a door way listening to the adults talking in the other room. We can feel the change but we can not yet see it. And from the moment we wake up on one of these monumental days till the moment we fall asleep we do not feel different. It is only in the after thoughts that we mark these brief moments as significant.
We all have days we wish we could live over again, and days we dread coming. We are a people marked by good and bad days. Just that days. Not years not months, days. How can such a small span of time be so important. It is weird to think that a mere 24 hours can change who we are.
I am approaching one of those days where the world moves around you and you are dancing in limbo. I can see the day coming and a part of me is excited but a part of me is dreading it. I can see my past, the girl I was, the times I had. I can see mistakes I have made. But I can't see the future. I am missing the end of the story.
How will this day change me? Or am I already different and this day is just a field marker used to prove it? What ever happens it will all work out in the end, I am just pensive and anxious awaiting my day... |
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| So as I am consumed, wholely by the act of reading for class, and finding myself writing less and less; I keep thinking I should write about that line. Or that sentence was amazing it has inspired me to write about that topic. But the pure fact is I never write anything down. I just sit and compose on the paper in my head as I drive or brush my teeth.
Since I seem to be out of the ability to write I will just leave you with this:
"It is Ugliness that makes life. It makes reality."
Sorry... this is what comes from too much Wilde. |
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| SO VERIZON is a bitch! We can not seem to get our phone hooked up right. This means we have no internet since DSL runs over the phone lines. I am posting from a library on campus durring a break in my classes. It is just so frusterating. oh well I hope everyone has a great weekend! I have to read 2 books... Woot! |
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