For the first time in my whole twenty-six years on this planet, living on American soil...

For the first time ever, I felt something like patriotic pride today.

When people hear you're agnostic, that can go one of two ways (usually): they assume you don't want to have any discussions about religion whatsoever, or (as my mother tends to do) they assume that equates to being an atheist.

Honestly...

agnostic (ag-nos-tic):
noun
1.     someone who is doubtful or noncommittal about something
2.     a person who ( Read more... )

I am not as misanthropic as I make myself out to be sometimes, nor am I as apathetic either.

But right now, I have no qualms in saying I feel nothing but disgust and loathing for many of this country's citizens.  You have a right to not agree.  You have a right to stay away.  You have a right to teach your offspring the same values.  But to go this ( Read more... )

So the presidential election has come and gone.  As many prominent papers around the country have already said in black & white, the dawn of a new era is approaching.

For myself, I did not vote.  I have a very good reason for not doing so.  I suppose if you had the need to categorize my very, VERY insubstantial interest and views on politics, you ( Read more... )

"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.  I miss you like hell."

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

Today is such a heavy day. There is a feeling of sadness in the air. I'm sure this in no small part has to do with the fact that it's the anniversary for 9/11. I remember that day with vivid clarity. I had British Lit that morning. The lecture hall was chilly, and since it was a morning class sleep was in the air. We droned on about Edmund ( Read more... )

Music was such a big part of my life for so long.  In the rough patches and valleys and peaks of my every day life, sometimes I abandon it, forget that it's one of the things in this world that can literally breathe life into me as nothing else can.

I studied classical music for 8 years.  2 of those years were in college, when I was lucky enough to ( Read more... )

"There was nothing to cool or banish love in these circumstances, though much to create despair. Much too, you will think, reader, to engender jealousy: if a woman, in my position, could presume to be jealous of a woman in Miss Ingram's. But I was not jealous: or very rarely;--the nature of the pain I suffered could not be explained by that word. ( Read more... )