What a CRAZY two weeks I'm having ( Read more... )

"We all have something that digs at us ( Read more... )

I love the song "Consequence of Sounds" by Regina Spektor and I love Tazo Passion tea, both of which I have right now. The song is just stuck in my head but hey, that means I can play the parts I like over and over without even having to press a button. Wow, it just took me three tries to spell "button" right. This is not good ( Read more... )

What a crazy weekend. Ex-boyfriend suprise visits and tons of homework did not really make for the ideal few days. But, there were some good parts, like the Collegian cart in the Homecoming Parade. Frickin sweet, I tell you ( Read more... )

This evening MB and Michael and I went to see "3:10 to Yuma." Wow was it good. I haven't really seen a western for awhile and it was sweet. It also made me miss home and the great big West, which MB teased me about but whatever. There's something about huge open plains and mountains and men with guns on horses that gets me all excited. :D ( Read more... )

It seems like things are either awesome or sucky in life. I think I've talked about this before. To sum things up in a not-so-specific yet more awesome way, here is a poem I wrote the other day ( Read more... )

The first week back at Hillsdale has been fine...my classes will all be interesting and fun so that will make life a heck of a lot easier than last semester ( Read more... )

Glancing at the picture of Seth and I I have framed and on my nightstand, I am intially filled with sadness for having to leave him. To come here and be just me again. No one to squeeze hands with under the table. Then thoughts of expectation pop in and say: "soon enough! Soon enough! You'll see him again!" So which is it? The sadness is ( Read more... )

It was a fairly busy day...also a very wet one. The pouring rain around lunchtime was really intese...wow ( Read more... )

A few years ago my aunt and family friend and a cousin (it varied year to year) stopped coming out for the Bolder Boulder each Memorial Day. I think the combination of my aunts plane-fear post-9/11 and paying for Catholic high school and college basically just made coming out here every year no longer a real possibility, which is sad. I would ( Read more... )