I am embarking on a journey to Florida, where the 2000 degree weather and complimentary humidity will undoubtedly cause my brain to shriek in agony and promptly combust ( Read more... )

Today I went to see a Uki dance group from Canada perform at Untermeyer Park. It was myself, Alina, Chrystynka, David, Michelle and Kaptain, Sammy, his family and a coolerful of beer and all the senior citizens in Westchester County. It was like they were all given a notice about it with their weekly purchase of prune juice. The group kinda lacked ( Read more... )

I fell in love with a deaf-mute on the train today.

I love reveling in simple luxuries when I come home from 3 weeks in Bumblefuck. Hot shower with water pressure, clean sheets, and solitude ( Read more... )

Home sweet home. The past three weeks can be accurately summed up in one word: INTENSE. It will take several weeks of living inside my own head to completely sort through the debris and memories of my last year. But on the outside, nothing drastic and life-altering had occured. I'm still single, neurotic as ever and all that other jazz. Oh god i'm ( Read more... )

So long suckers! For the next three weeks, I'll be in scenic Bumblefuck. Everyone who promised to write, you better follow through! I'm going to need something to do during a few of our boring lectures. Anyway, here's the address ( Read more... )

I feel a need to update this sucker everyday, with pointless blabbering, until I leave and make no updates for 3 whole weeks ( Read more... )

This weekend was rather enjoyable. I went to Chris's graduation party (the graduation party I've ever attended and will attend where the hosts (a.k.a. my parents' acquantainces) bought kegs for the masses of minors in attendance (Not that beer is unfound at uki parties-its just that I personally usually like to keep my beer and my parents separated ( Read more... )

This humid air tightens a noose around my pretty little neck ( Read more... )

I lack the power to make things happen for myself. I dream and plot and draw intricate diagrams in my mind's eye and plan sneak attacks. But in the end, I'm left battling with my head again. I wish there was an off button and I could shut my damned brain off. I wish I didn't live life inside my head so much more than I live outside of it. I wish I ( Read more... )