and as life goes on, we are realize that it is today we have to do what needs to be done, even sorting, purging, organizing, and sifting through the accumulation of almost 21 years of baggage... keep the good, let go of the bad... goddam I have a lot of shit

Right to the heart of matters, it's the heart that matters most, as that wonderful song sings... whenever you hear Counting Crows singing about a place called Omaha, think of me and smile ( Read more... )

Well, procrastination is the name of the game, folks. It's going to be a helluva week. Let's see: today... not, I get ahead of myself. I chose the absolutely worst time to try to stop smoking! Right before finals, before moving, before a trip, before major changes in my daily life as it has been for the last several months. I made it until ( Read more... )

What does that saying actually mean? As though certain phrases and comments and even nursery rhymes are imprinted onto parent's tongues from the first post-coitum moment ( Read more... )

Well, it's another Saturday in Paréé. In contrast to the typical Omaha scenario, where one considers breaking into abandon buildings and private property for something to do on a weekend night, my dilemma of , 'oh what to do?' is more like, 'aye!! trop!! trop, peux pas décider, moi ( Read more... )

My day started off with neighbors, good neighbors who are helpful even though they woke me up. It wasn't their fault I stayed up till four in the morning watching a movie and slept till noon. Then they helped me fix the washer and dryer I thought I had killed. They were just unplugged... so sad that I really did need a man's help to figure it ( Read more... )

So, I'm fuming; in a rage of spited self-pity, combined with a mean liquor of hormones and home-sickness. I miss my family in a way I haven't experience. Fuck; I cannot explain it, it just hurts. I love it here, but this week has been hard, not for any particular reason, only due to this newly budding 'get me the fuck home' thing I'm on. ( Read more... )

Cosmic where? Paris... My host-mom Emmanuelle has a refrigator magnet reading that, with an ornate silver dragon in the middle. I don't know the symbolism of the dragon; I admit. However, I know I love this city. I sent my best-friend in Chicago a sketchy-looking package for her birthday a month ago. Due to the lack of an appropriatedly-sized ( Read more... )

Nope, didn't successfully quit smoking. Instead, I just went the cheaper route. No, I'm not trying chewing tobacco again--did that two summers ago, along with trying crochette (spelling?? it's like knitting, but not), and neither are my bag, baby. I bought a sac of tobacco and some rolling papers. I guess it'll be handy in case someone needs ( Read more... )

It's gorgeous out today, cool spring wind, perfect temperature, billous clowds and staunch blue sky... I have this goddam springtime motif running throughout my life, and my skepticism or cynicism wants me to bah-humbug it all, but I cannot. My friend Chris gave me a bicycle. Riding my little green "citybike" as Chris calls it (it has to be ( Read more... )