In 9th grade, I was introduced to the concept of tragic flaws. They're usually confined to, duh, tragedies. Oedipus' flaw was stubborn pride. Romeo's was getting carried away by his emotions. It is a characteristic that eventually brings about the ruin of the character ( Read more... )

I could write so much. The truth is that I've been too busy to spend any time updating, which should prove how busy I actually am. I don't even do much facebooking anymore. Besides, it suddenly all seems kind of pointless ( Read more... )

Nothing else really exists at this point. I go to class, go to church, go to work, do homework. Though this makes catching up with people fairly easy ( Read more... )

My Mondays have been consistantly wonderful. Partly, it's my shortest class day, but the last two weeks, I've been going to FAT (faithful, available, teachable) at 7am. Yes, it IS painfully early. But it's so... GOOD for me! We have 'homework' passages to read in the Bible, one verse a week to memorize, that sort of thing. I feel like I'm ( Read more... )

*Disclaimer*: I swear I'm not emotionally unbalanced. I feel horrible that livejournal becomes a list of my problems, but anything genuinely interesting goes into my creative writing journal now. This is just a tawdry outlet ( Read more... )

17 credits and 13.5 hours of work a week. What. The Hell. Am I thinking ( Read more... )

The choas of my schedule is finally settling down. Not that it was particularly chaotic, but routine is now being established. I'm also relieved that the insanity of Welcome Week has gone away. Don't get me wrong, I love meeting new people, but I'm glad that there's less pressure to do so ( Read more... )

Most of my creative titles are to be credited to Colette. In this case, to Mr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr. The lovely quote on tissue paper is posted to my new bulletin board, in my little room which is finally coming together. With all these new beginnings, all I can hope for is to experiment with everything and be open to any opportunities that ( Read more... )

Yup, I'm here to stay. My furniture is situated like I wanted, some of my boxes are unpacked, and, most importantly, my bed is made. Tonight I spend my first night in my new room - except that I left both pairs of pajama shorts at home. Poo. I still have loads of stuff to place around my room, and a list of errands to run tomorrow. First ( Read more... )

Reading other people's blogs inspires me. I think, 'hey, that person is deep. Why am I not deep in my posts?' It's one of the greatest flaws about writing on a keyboard - my mind flits around and my fingers follow. On paper, I feel obligated to string together a coherant argument. And to be honest, there are several major things on my mind ( Read more... )