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i'm afraid that, as i approach my nineteenth year, i am facing an identity crisis.

i mean, i think i know who i am.  i'm nikki, 18, of millbury.  i'm a full-time student at BSC.  i love animals, cooking, music, and sarcasm.
i'm an activist.
but for what?
well, everything.  i care about everything, and i want to help everyone.  i know i can't do this, ( Read more... )

within two weeks, the creature i loved most in this world was taken away from me.  the unfairness of it all is overwhelming:  he was barely 8 years old, we did nothing to cause it, we could do nothing to prevent it.  the use of treatments and medicines would have been futile, so we just let him go out the way he came in to this world ( Read more... )

i love how i am still just as excited about a snow day in college as i was about one in high school.

some things never change. :)

Thanksgiving Day came and went without any fuss while Yossarian was still in the hospital.  The only bad thing about it was the turkey, and even that was pretty good.  It was the most rational Thanksgiving he had ever spent, and he took a sacred oath to spend every future Thanksgiving Day in the cloistered shelter of a hospital.  He broke his ( Read more... )

i don't feel like i've changed since i came to college.  i actually like it, the fact that i am still comfortable with myself in a totally different environment.  i wish i had more to say in here, but somehow whenever i start to write something and read it over it feels trivial.  i miss a lot of people; moreover, i miss what a lot of people used to ( Read more... )

before i fell asleep last night, i wrote this on a piece of paper beside my bed ( Read more... )

in the past few weeks, i have gone from being happy to happiest.  i haven't felt like this in years; i haven't felt like this since the first time i fell in love.  it's incredible how i can't find a real reason to be sad. however, it is somewhat difficult to remain so ecstatic when i get the impression that some of my friends aren't supporting me ( Read more... )

i turned eighteen yesterday.  it really doesn't feel any different, but i do feel a tremendous sense of relief when i drive by a cop.  PULL ME OVER, I DARE YOU.  but really, birthdays have nothing to do with getting older.  their true purpose is purely social; you see which of your friends and family members really care.  getting a nice wish on my ( Read more... )