It's pretty obvious by now that I am not just an melancholic occasional recluse. And I've admitted and aknowledged that I have a moderate form of depression. But this year has been by far the worst year of my life because of it. Nothing bad has happened; I have lots of friends, pretty stable situation at home, good, hard work in school, but ( Read more... )

what do you think of when you see the sun setting and the clouds are thin shades of purple and rouge and orange ( Read more... )

This is being written in MS word, because live journal has been in read-only mode for seemingly the last week ( Read more... )

This is what I did yesterday night until 2:30 ( Read more... )

Today and yesterday were good days, among a haystack of bad ones. I had to get be at school at 8 in the morning, which is physically difficult for me. But the teacher, the class and the students rock. It's called hyphenated American Literature with Judith DeWoskin. Then a breif sessoin of calculus, the black sheep in my senior schedule. Or more ( Read more... )

The sun did not shine in Michigan from Sunday morning to thursday. Unfortunately I am one of those people who need sunlight to produce batches of those chemicals that surge through your brain to make you naturally happy. Or a beer. But we ran out of beer and I don't think my parents are planning to buy more. Tuesday morning at work my face was ( Read more... )

The New York Philharmonic is the best-sounding orchestra I have ever heard. All others should model themselves in their likeness ( Read more... )

Anton Chekov had to move to Yalta because of his illness. His wife, the actress stayed with her career in St. Petersburg. They wrote letters madly to each other the next three years. The writer to the actress. Vice versa. She continued to write letters to him even after he died ( Read more... )

So I just "created" this journal because one of my friends has one ( Read more... )