Very rarely is the sailing I do this intense.

But sometimes it feels that way.

Junior Year: n. 1) the third year at a high school or college 2) the absolute shittiest year as a mechanical engineer at Rice University ( Read more... )

gang aft agley.

I accepted a maybe. And I told myself I would not do such a thing; a maybe is as good as a no. But, alas, when the time comes, it is just so easy to cling to a shred of hope.

But, now, I have an answer. Kind of.

And I wouldn't change a damn thing.

Not one thing.

Until later.

-LP

I'm trying to start writing again; I don't know why I stopped. Maybe I felt that I was saying the same thing over and over, and didn't want to say it again. Maybe I thought that only I should know some things. Maybe I thought... well, it isn't irrelevant what I thought, per say, but it is at least a moot point, at least now ( Read more... )

I have cried watching Saving Private Ryan. I have cried watching Scrubs. I have cried listening to Amazing Grace, Mad World, and Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. I cry when I think of Dale. I think of Dale when I cry. I sometimes cry thinking about what could have been, what should have been, and what can never be. I will cry at the futility of so many ( Read more... )

It being such a nice day, I thought I would brighten it further with this clip.

Just remember: a ukulele has only 4 strings, whereas a guitar has 5. Thus, this guy is a really, really good musician ( Read more... )

The presidential election came and went and, alas, I did not win. But, to be honest, I considered it a total success. Why? One thing: my speech. I was not originally going to write a speech; I thought I would just go up there and ad-lib something, but on the day of I had changed my mind, and in my hand lay a short, powerful, articulate oration to ( Read more... )

On Friday at 11:55 a.m. I turned in a petition that stated that I am running for the Presidency of Lovett College. The deadline was 12:00 p.m. About a week or so before this point I had made up my mind, or so I thought, to not run for President. I made that decision because I thought that I would not be motivated enough to do it. I thought I would ( Read more... )

Happy New Year, East Coast.

That's right, boys and girls, one week left of this purgatory that is winter break. I've been stressing out, mostly because of being here around my parents. But, happily, I return to Lovett after leaving MA at 11:30 am next saturday and arrive at 5:00 pm at George Bush Intercontinental ( Read more... )