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I’m not sure how much people know, these days. And I’m not sure how much of what they know is actually true. I don’t really know what else to write either. I know that I like writing but I have some sort of block that I can’t push past and I have trouble getting emotion out.
» Posted By is On 07.07.2017 @ 5:38 am
Self first. Family and Friends. The world that is before you and the time thats in it. But most important self forgiveness.
» Posted By Is On 01.10.2013 @ 8:43 pm
Self first. Family and Friends. The world that is before you and most important self forgiveness.
» Posted By Is On 01.10.2013 @ 8:39 pm
It makes a lie look easy. Always taken for granted until the roof leaks. Then they are hard to find like peace.
» Posted By is On 01.08.2013 @ 12:46 pm
How much of this is being forced upon me? I think this, every day in class, as we sit in a huge lecture hall. Have we been selected? Do humans truly need to spend twenty years being educated, before they can begin to live? And, more importantly, have we been convinced to like it? I have always enjoyed school, but sometimes I wonder if it’s all quite necessary.
» Posted By Is On 08.26.2011 @ 9:14 am
What you win is less important than what you do. Some of the best actions yield no prizes, and some of the best things come free.
» Posted By Is On 07.18.2011 @ 7:25 pm
We were sitting in Clune today, listening to Canty give a little pep talk about graduation. He showed us a Powerpoint with little black dots that represented us, walking up the aisle and then into our rows of twelve. At the end of each row were two more seats, set apart a little bit, marked with an F that we assumed meant “faculty” – but it was nice to ask, “are those seats for the kids who failed?”
» Posted By Is On 06.24.2011 @ 9:08 pm
We went to the Brain exhibit in the museum of natural history. We learned about neurons and chemical reactions and everything that lets us see, feel, taste, fear, love. It was wonderful and very scary, because it says quite definitively that our entire consciousness can be explained by a few million chemical reactions and electrical signals. We’d like to think otherwise, but that’s what it is – and that means that all that will be gone one day, and the world will be none the wiser to our innermost revelations. It’ll be like we never were.
» Posted By Is On 06.21.2011 @ 8:33 pm
We went to the Planetarium yesterday. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring and incredibly terrifying. “What’s outside of space?” “….more space.” It’s too much for us to comprehend. We exit humbled.
» Posted By Is On 06.19.2011 @ 7:39 am
It’s scary that we’re here and breathing and that we can love and that we will die and that everything, all your memories and experiences and every little realization you’ve had in your life will be for nothing. It’ll all be gone. You won’t even be floating in a dark void – your consciousness will simply extinguish.
“How could I /not/ love you?” he said.
» Posted By Is On 06.12.2011 @ 4:14 pm
I sometimes wonder when, or if, you’ll take me to see your mother. I wonder if she was buried, and where. Would you introduce me? I know I would tell her about you. I know she’d be as proud as I am.
» Posted By Is On 06.11.2011 @ 7:01 pm
Remember when we used to sit in the corner by the elevator, against the brick wall? It was “the corner” and we always sat in the chair by the butterfly-painted trash can, underneath the cheap foam tile ceiling into which someone had carved, “fuck.”
» Posted By Is On 06.08.2011 @ 6:09 pm
I do a good job most of the time, but sometimes there’ll be a little glitchy moment where I forget where I am, what I’m doing, and think back to moments, memories that I will never again experience.
» Posted By Is On 06.07.2011 @ 6:58 pm
Thanks to US Coachways, we won’t have a limo for prom this year. They completely and unprofessionally denied that we had made a reservation and then later pretended that we had called to cancel it. Whatever. We don’t need a bus to have a good time – and we will have a great time.
» Posted By Is On 06.02.2011 @ 6:48 pm
There is a fine line between the excitement of a new future and the panic at the unknown. Is there a difference between desperation and despair? We talked about this in Lit. I think we came to the conclusion that “desperation” involves a sense of fighting, clinging, and trying, while “despair” is decidedly resigned.
» Posted By Is On 05.28.2011 @ 2:53 pm
We were talking about the Rapture, and for a moment I thought I might prefer Paradise Lost’s Satan in his democracy of Hell to the wrathful God that rules the monarchy of Heaven.
» Posted By Is On 05.22.2011 @ 8:08 am
I haven’t seen much difference between exotic and domestic. There are some very vicious small dogs, and some very tame doves and iguanas. I sort of question my decision to be a “domestic” animal veterinarian, because the exotics that come in to the clinic are infinitely more interesting.
» Posted By Is On 05.20.2011 @ 6:54 am
I wish I’d stuck with chorus. With BTXI this weekend, I feel incredibly alone – and not just literally. It’s strange, because I’ve always liked singing and never been good at it, therefore it didn’t seem like being in chorus was a good idea at all. But the band trip is always such a source of community. Something that I should have stuck with. Just thoughts.
» Posted By Is On 04.29.2011 @ 6:03 pm
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I wanted everything. But I really just wanted you.
» Posted By is On 03.19.2011 @ 7:00 am