5 hours in an art studio covering yourself in charcoal dust (I swear it is still up my nose) can do wonders for your mood. I'm officially taking an art class every semester from now on. Maybe I'll look into the minor requirements. I also need to go take a picture of my project as it sits in it's current stage. After Tuesday you will no longer ( Read more... )

I've been out for a while. The website was fucked up here for a long time and I was too lazy to ever check and see if they fixed it. I suppose they have. Just 3 months and 2 hair colors later. Woohoo ( Read more... )

My school exploded last night. I've never seen anything so amazing. I love baseball and I love this city for loving baseball so much. As soon as the last out was made everyone sprinted outside into the quad and just went nuts. Screaming, chanting, victory laps, people jumping in the pond, hugs and kisses all around, Yankee fans throwing water ( Read more... )

It's 3 AM and instead of sleeping I'm updating. My sleep schedule really needs some adjusting...this is getting ridiculous ( Read more... )

Setting: Rob and I sitting by the pond drinking coffee one fall night. I have a chocolate croissant and he is smoking a cigarette ( Read more... )

I love my college. I love the people here, I love the weather, I love my classes, I love the atmosphere. We are the perfect blend of hippies, political activists, artsy-fartsy types, and party people. When people are sober they run throughout the quad screaming in their boxers. When people are drunk they have discussions about ethics and their ( Read more... )

It feels very odd to be replaced before you're granted the chance to become somthing.

My friends have been gone for 3 days and the permeating sense of isolation has already set in. My conversational ability seems to have dried up in direct relation to the evaporation of a social life. I need to get out of here ( Read more... )

Clarence from my high school is Peter Keating from "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand.