The Balloon Race this year was a little disappointing but still fun. Dawn patrol was cancelled because the grass was too wet (imagine that in the desert) to lay out the fabric. However, as the day progressed, the weather improved and the balloons all launched. The announcer said there were 108, but I didn't think I saw that many. He also said ( Read more... )

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I had a strange dream last night. The details are a little sketchy now, but I remember being at some weird sort of camp. I couldn't tell what it was, but my work building was on the site, and it was only a short drive (or walk, I can't remember) to the University for classes. I was out playing in the water, and I saw a sea turtle flying through ( Read more... )

I just got my general GRE scores today. My highest score was the analytical writing portion of the test. I got a 5.5 out of 6. I've always known that writing is one of my strongest skills and have been told several times by many people that I should pursue it as a career. Despite the logic of this idea, I've never really known what I would ( Read more... )

I had the interesting experience of transcribing my own written words into a typed format, and was surprised to find a stranger talking to me. It's rather frustrating, not remembering what you were thinking, how you could have been so eloquent, and wondering what happened to your style. It's one thing when people tell me that I change from one ( Read more... )

I love fresh snow. It transforms a world, diverse in color and shape, into a pristine, sparkling wonderland where everything changes shape and one object becomes indistinguishable from another as it is covered in a fluffy, down-like blanket. When snow falls so thick that it's like you're standing inside a snow globe, there is this unnatural, soft ( Read more... )

Well, this is it. The big day. One year without Mom today. I don't care if people say I'm obsessed. My Mom was a great person and if I didn't feel tremendous loss because she's not here anymore, I'd be an emotionless, void psychopath who didn't deserve to have a Mom as good as she was. I don't think she always did the right thing, but she ( Read more... )

People used to tell me someday I'd grow into my brain. I think I understand that better now that I know another child genius. She's easy to keep company with, and she's seven, which is absolutely amazing considering how most children of that age are irritating, to say the least ( Read more... )

I'm intent on writing something every day, whether it be here, or in my green notebook, on the walls, shaved into the cats' fur... I need to do something to drag myself out of this doleful depression and the only thing I can think of is to attempt to be productive. Anyway, if I were planning to be some sort of athlete, I'd probably do at least a ( Read more... )

It feels good to have a pen in my hand. It makes me feel like I can do anything. I suppose it is slightly archaic to write this way when I have a perfectly good laptop sitting at the bottom of the bed, but somehow this seems better than typing. The undeniable satisfaction I get from writing is, ironically, difficult to put into words. There's a ( Read more... )