Straight As this semester, my head is spinning a little bit.

Driving down the Spanish coast to Estepona, just me and my dad, blasting Bob Dylan with the sunroof and all the windows down. There are very few times when I have a cause to smile around my family.

I haven't written a substantial post in a while now, and I suppose since it's my last day at MoHo for this academic year it is only fitting that I wrote something profound ( Read more... )

It's hard to grasp that I'm actually becoming a responsible student. I'm doing my work *early*, I've cut myself off from daily bouts of everquest, I'm going to bed at a reasonable hour (gasp!), and smoking less ( Read more... )

Do you ever fall into that state where every single person you happen to glance at should just become the victim of your random wrath?

It is not just pms, I swear. Every single person I have seen today gave me the urge to club them until their nerves stopped jittering.

Somewhere along the way of growing up I keep reaching this endless detour which keeps looping me back into irresponsibility. I want to not care, I want to get drunk, I want to get high, I want to make a mess of things and have it all solved easily with Daddy talking to a teacher after school. There are so many real life (i.e. non MHC bubble) events ( Read more... )

Classes for next semester (wow, I´m loading up on classics ( Read more... )

I got accepted for the summer archaeological dig in Megiddo, Israel.

I get to live on a kibbutz. I rock.

Aside from some fun amphitheater madness, this was the worst spring break ever. Pains all over my back from hunching over a keyboard. And not from playing everquest, my friends. From paper writing. I have never ever had such an enormous workload before, and if it weren't for the libraries screwy hours, I would have been able to space it out better ( Read more... )

Ostia picha.