Admittedly, I was preemptive in my post last night. Magic was brewing that I was unaware of at the time, and mild greivances were transmuted spectacularly into gold.

Last year upon completion of comps, I threw a serious party at my place. It was truly the stuff of legends. This year, a party has happened after comps, also at my house, right now, and it's so fucking lame I'm ON LIVEJOURNAL POSTING RATHER THAN BEING ABLE TO ENJOY IT. It's that fucking lame. And I'm such a non-entity here in my own home that ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is a silly illusion; yesterday is a trap.

Just spent the past week visiting friends all over the east coast. It's amazing how I can spend a week traveling the country, basking in the company and love of people and see that they are genuinely happy, and that my presence can be part of that experience. Then I can come home, and immediately feel the mundane solitude and isolation return ( Read more... )

I'd have been at a wedding in Birmingham today. However, in the world in which we live, the bride mourns the groom's death, and Birmingham has been viciously tornadoed, as if Adam's passing was the heralding of 350 more to come. Synchronicity can be an ugly thing sometimes, and energy always needs somewhere to go.

"Why do you build, knowing that destruction is inevitable? Why do you cling to life, knowing all things must die...knowing that none of it will have meant anything once they do ( Read more... )

All my little neurotransmitters are still seeking a state of equilibrium after this past weekend. My sleep, in particular, is having a difficult time balancing itself out. I find myself in a stupor halfway through the day, both yesterday and today. However, the truth remains that it is a functional summon for people who are aware of other ( Read more... )

Four years deep and not a soul to trust. In hindsight, it's pretty fucking absurd to think that I'd have any other expectation from wittingly signing up to be around nothing but budding clinical psychologists for four years. But I have grown in this time as well. Old habits, once endorsed with the rhyme and reason reserved for sacraments, now to ( Read more... )

Einstein once said, and I'm paraphrasing here, that those who are happy are too busy living in the present to concern themselves with the past or the future. It's somewhat frightening to think about how much time I fail to spend just being in the present, and a bit disturbing when I consider the sorts of things I'm doing when I'm living in said ( Read more... )

They're done. I passed. On to the next blazing hoop grad school wants me to jump through, waving dead fish at me like they're special. Tedious as all hell, but hey, I'm hungry...