I've been dreading Brit lit, until I read poems such as Yeats and Thomas. Now I'm actually looking forward to it. Of course, this sentiment is subject to change, but for now I'm content. I've also put in a little Langston just to round things out. I can't decide if this was brought to you by the letter l, d, or b.

( He Wishes for the Clothes of Heaven )

Would it really be that wrong to tell people not to vote? If they don't know the issues and, roughly speaking all they're doing is flipping a coin, well then shouldn't they not vote? Besides, the popular vote doesn't even matter. So: Informed citizens, go out and vote. Everyone else just stay put.

I know i shouldn't, but I really want to stop taking my antidepressants. It's just become too much of a hassle to remember to take those stupid pills.

Romeo + Juliet - Everybody's Free
Romeo + Juliet - When doves cry
Trapt - Echo

Funny, how when I was seventeen I couldn't wait to vote. Then I turned 18. Then I forgot to send for the absentee ballot because at the time I didn't want to vote. But shortly thereafter I changed my mind, however I thought it was too late. It wasn't; some people had been telling me the wrong deadline, but I had already settled on early voting as ( Read more... )

Counseling has helped. It still feels so weird talking about my problems. It's also weird because my counselor gets so enthralled with my stories and sessions that we always run overboard. I really, really like her. I feel like I'm finally opening up to someone. C'est très étrange. I can feel myself on the upswing. Tomorrow, I don't really have ( Read more... )

Who can apply: anyone who'd want to spend a day or so in the car with me driving around the Blue Ridge Mountains. I'd ask Kevin, but the prick is going up to UPenn. Main duties would include keeping me awake/entertained and the occasional help in directions, but we all know that my sense of direction is impeccable ( Read more... )

Je suis très heureux parce que j'ai trouvé quelqu'une pour parler français avec! Et elle habite sous du moi.

I’m going through a little crisis here. In a few days, I’ll find out if I'm in Grady or not. If I am, then I guess I’ll continue along this track to be a journalist. But lately I’ve been changing. I used to want a job that was never the same from day to day, and I still don’t in many ways but I’d like a little bit more security than journalism can ( Read more... )

We call them messenger bags. And we can't carry them everywhere (yet). Not that there's a need to. But ever so slowly. I have my eye on this jack spade bag that will never, ever come to me because I can't see myself dropping that much bling on a bag just for the name. But isn't the name jack spade ever so cool? Oui? Je pense ainsi.

I'm really tired of livejournal. I keep expecting it to give me something it can't.