So. Let's see if I can follow through on a livejournal entry for once. I've started a few but just couldn't follow through. Internet cafes and a lack of Death Cab are just not good for LJ updates.I haven't written in my study abroad journal for a month so I didn't really get to capture the emo-ness involved in study abroad ending and seeing and ( Read more... )

Dare I say: I miss K finals (what?) Ok, maybe not really. But I love the feeling of being done with K finals. Getting less than 4 hours of sleep for 5 days, then finishing and taking that nap knowing there is a case of PBR just waiting. Man. Buenos tiempos ( Read more... )

My livejournal friend page is almost empty. This is sad. I feel like I should post my real journal on here, but it is perhaps too honest.

Study abroad is half-over. I'm basically dropping my 4 year old off at his first day of school tomorrow.

That is all.

So this is weird. I don't even have time to be emo about not being a teenager anymore. Certainly I haven't felt like one in awhile. I have other things to be emo about like missing my friends. According to the 'W Curve' November is the hardest month. We shall see ( Read more... )

Man, when the hell did I get so old?

Life at home is proof that I really can't go home again. I can't be who I've become this year. I've melted completely into K college, and it's hard coming back to the reality that not everyone thinks the way I do. Maybe my group of friends is not diverse enough. Oh well ( Read more... )

I want to live a life unique enough and exciting enough to write a memoir about it.

So Kalamazoo College graduation was today ( Read more... )

I am ignorant, selfish, and foolish.

Edit: Disregard this entry. I don't remember writing it. But I'm sure I had a reason?!

I am officially exhausted. Sometimes I really have my shit together, now I don't know where my shit even went.

I just wish I could explain better some of my thoughts, but I can't really express them enough for people to understand. I'm not even sure I want to be understood.

In a way it feels good to write such a stereotypical Livejournal entry.