How many times in the past - YEARS - have there been days like these, where I could where a t-shirt outside, that I stared from behind the horizontal bars of the shades, instead of participating in what the day has to offer? I can't even count, but the coniditions are not so dissimilar I guess. Being sick for one doesn't help, all I feel like doing ( Read more... )

This past weekend Candie came over and surprised me with a very moving letter which stated near the bottom that she was taking me to a Rampage game (which is Arena football, something I've been wanting to check out). 

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A couple good pictures from when Dr. Moustakas visited our school!

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I cannot say how great things are going with Candie. It is these times where my head is in the clouds that I, say, run my car through the garage door, or maybe, not register a NO TURN ON RED sign. It seems of all the things going on in my life right now (I guess that is only school and practicum...hmm) she is the most positive charge. I do have ( Read more... )

You scored as Philosophy. You should be a Philosophy major! Like the Philosopher, you are contemplative and you enjoy thinking about the purpose for humanity's existence.

Philosophy
83%
Psychology
83%
Anthropology
83%
Sociology
75%
Theater
75%
Engineering
67%
Dance
58%
English
58%
Mathematics
58%
Journalism
50%
Art
50%
Linguistics
33%
Chemistry
25%
Biology
8%
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I experience the sadness of everybody through myself because it is my sadness and I am aware of it.

You wept but your soul was willing
And oh my love, my love
And oh my love, my love
We both go down together

I don't want to forget last weekend either. I don't want to forget anything; like when we were walking along the channel and that huge boat when by and I chased it, then the ferry passed. I don't want to forget Alana's wedding where we danced with some of my family and ran through the pool naked. I don't want to forget times she came over and I was ( Read more... )

I came back to my room and see the travel scrabble game on the foot of the bed. Where I threw it as we walked back to my room after she finished a cordorouy case for my zen sleek. The weekend was packed. She got here on Friday around 4:30 and rolled her orange designer looking suitcase into my bedroom and rested it against the wall. We were ( Read more... )

I haven't been journaling at all this summer. It has gone so fast. I meant to add this entry last week Tuesday. I wrote it directly after seeing her go. It was hard to see her cry and in a way it was hard to believe she had come and only stayed a day. My confusion and sadness seem endless ( Read more... )