I apparently only produce anything of substance when I am hurried. According to this theory it won't matter how long I sit here trying to re-write poems, begin papers or finish portfolios. None of it will get done unless it's hours before they're due. I really would have thought I'd figure this whole preparation-for-exams thing out after 4 years ( Read more... )

{I think that when you die and your life flashes by that it will be something like the "my pictures" screensaver on a computer. There will of course also be your favorite music playing. But it will be very close to a slideshow of your happier times ( Read more... )

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There are few better feelings than biting your lip in a classroom situation ( Read more... )

I think I've found my calling and it's only taken me twenty-one years ( Read more... )

Today on QVC (hold the cat lady comments, please) they were selling Christmas decorations. Looking at that fiberoptic tree for the introductory price of only $20 it all suddenly became very clear. I'm just incredibly in need of that holiday spirit.

Spirit, of any kind, really.

My soul is sad.

And not even for any particular reason.

It just is.

And that's probably the worst of it.

So, first week of college and I am over it already. This is senior year. We're supposed to be enjoying our last months of being obliterated on a weekly basis and doing everything we won't be able to after graduation. Apparently my teachers missed that memo. Grrreat ( Read more... )

The rise of my cheeks are sunburn-pink. My eyes still sting of saltwater. I'm still bleeding from cuts made by beach shells. My body says summer lives on.

Yesterday driving into my last day of work that stretch of I-75 was something glorious. The sun was shining, the wind tickled my hair, and I felt like I was just driving with no destination. It was sadder than I expected to quit that place but it needed to be done ( Read more... )