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What a long, strange trip its been
So I picked up a journal I've been keeping--on and off--since the summer of 2004. During my senior year, I developed a style in which I would switch color pens depending on what kind of thought I was getting out: I'd usually start with some sort of recap of events in the form of a narrative and switch to another pen when I'd analyze feelings and ( Read more... ) -
Life is like....
Cleaning through your fridge after everyone else is gone, sorting through what condiments can be kept, throwing away someone's expired dairy products, bad meat, and vegetables purchased months ago and finding a Miller High Life smiling amongst the leftovers -
I thank you for this most amazing
Following an appointment on Bee caves this afternoon, I decided to cut through barton springs road to downtown in order to skip the Mopac Rush House Traffic. As I curved around zilker, I saw the entrance to the botanical gardens and it called my name. At first, I ignored the feeling, figuring I had to rush back to campus to do nothing. After maybe ( Read more... ) -
Mr.Woodruff would approve
I remember one time during my senior year that Mr. Woodruff talked about how amazing it was that you could give a piece of paper to the post office. And for only 37cents it would make its way across the country in a matter of days. He had a real appreciation for it, you could tell with his light chuckle and buddha smile ( Read more... ) -
Jerusalem Ridge
There's something about thew twang of a country fiddle. I love it, and I can't exactly put my finger on it. It makes me think of october, sunsets, and the color orange. Not a burnt orange like my converse, but more of a pumpkin orange. Last night I went to go bowling with my room mate and some of his friends at the Union underground. As we walked ( Read more... ) -
I am you, you are me
I spent my Yom Kippur at the campus Chabad House. Chabad is a branch of Hassidism which is Matisyahu's Sect of Judaism. It was a really interesting and deeply meaningful experience for me ( Read more... ) -
What the water wants is hurricanes and sailboats to ride on its back
When I came to UT, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able t, in a way, to establish a new place for myself, outside of my family. However, I have had more space to grow and explore in the last 5 months that I could ever imagine having. This semested, I have the good fortune that my father and I have a class in the same building at the same time. Of ( Read more... ) -
spare change, pocket lint, and other things I find in my belly button?
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time for a new alias
I went to whole foods today with two friends of mine---jessica and andrew--- from my history class. It was quite an adventure and it was cool to have them stop by my summer place, because I actually havent had as many of my UT friends visit as my Austin buddies ( Read more... ) -
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So it comes to these last five days. I can remember the last week of school for almost every other year. I remember the warm feeling of completeness and anticipation of freedom. Usually I'd be wearing flip flops and board shorts. I'd wake up each morning relaxed, ready for finals, ready for friends, ready for naps and ready for studying. This time ( Read more... )