My friend Leslie just received a phone call from Harvard Law School explaining that they have a spot for her. She got into Harvard Law.
That being said, she has a 3.9, speaks French fluently, studied abroad at Sciences Po in Paris, interned in Paris at the American embassy for two summers, was one of 25 finalist for the Rhodes Scholarship, as well as the Marshall Scholarship, etc. Not surprising I suppose.
I wanna go to Harvard Law School… *stomps feet*
If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.
John Quincy Adams:
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I miss writing. I watched a seminar about this Chinese guy who overcame amazing feats. Feats involving no education from 14 years of age to his young adulthood… who went on to immigrate to America, get a Phd from MIT in laser physics and a MD from Harvard. He now is a world reknown eye surgeon whos developed ground breaking sight restoring transplants… for people with no eyeballs. His list of accomplishments is incredible (Dr. Ming Wang). He spoke on time management, time dilation, and using the most of the most precious and finite commodity that any lifetime possesses: time.
I want to become more of a person. I want to grow into my potential more fully. I want to focus on my goals, let my passions and drives take over, and blaze remarkable new successes for myself. No challenge is too great. With every challenge I shed the weight of weakness and allow success to become more apart of me.
I desire this. I want to change. I am dissatisfied with my lackadaisical attitude toward my current preoccupations. I need steadfast resolve that will lift my spirit with every waking moment and transport me into a perpetual moment of progress.
In times of change, learners inherit the Earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.
Eric Hoffer
I sometimes forget to go to sleep. Other times I forget to wake up. But I always remember to dream.
I’m not happy with my lack of journaling lately. In fact, I’m not happy with my current all around lack of reflection. I have much homework and studying and so little time and energy to get it done. Here’s my brief update:
Tomorrow marks the third week of school. I’m taking 17 credit hours, working roughly 15 hours a week, developing a KLICK project that focuses on researching social entrepreneurship in third world countries, participating in Alternative Spring Break (ASB, community service work during spring break that includes service work and training throughout the semester), and I am pledging a fraternity- zeta beta tau.
That brings me to my next point. I have no life. Why? Well, I wasn’t planning on pledging and now that I am, my expectations and demands have skyrocketed. I have class or work from 8-330ish everyday. From 4-6 we clean the zbt house, 6-7 we eat together as a pledge class, 7-10 we have mandatory study hours, 10-12 we get hazed. We have to memorize copious amounts of information, not to mention running errands all day every day.
Anyway…
My classes are enjoyable so far… I suppose. I haven’t been spending as much time as I would like. I should be journaling every night. I need to practice better time management. By the end of the week I am completely exhausted- mentally, physically and emotionally. Why am I pledging you say?
Because at Vanderbilt, 50% of the school is greek, and if you aren’t involved, you are deprived access to those networks, relationships, and exposure. In reality the greek scene dominates the school. If you would like a social experience on any level beyond studying with a group of friends, getting wasted with hall mates, attending sports or theatrical events on campus, then the greek scene is your only avenue. It could be argued, of course, but I’m being realistic. The pain in the ass, however, is this bullshit 8-10 week pledging period where 19-21 year olds bitch me around because I’m a “pledge” or “New bitch”. Its all a game to me, really. And I know how to play games extremely well. When I say game, I mean its learning to abide by the myriad of social expectations and pressures until you are received as having a genuine and legitimate place as a “brother”. Initiation, whatever you wanna call it, is really a tradition of retribution passed down to each new pledge class, all in the name of brotherhood. I had no idea it would be so serious. And painful. And a pain in the ass. I figured we just worked and ran errands. Getting hazed by a bunch of kids younger than me is just a humbling pain in the ass.
I like to evaluate it as a psychological experiment. I’m not one of the 18 year old freshman in my pledge class desperately willing to perform fellatio for friends, booze, and women. I’m a 23 year old recovered addict who has indulged in more debacle and bacchanal gratifications than these kids will ever see in college. While they’re participating in the stereotypical greek life, doing the best they can to live up to the illusory images of what greek living should look like, I have run out of inspiration for such things. While kids were doing this in college with responsibilities, i was doing this as a bum, with no responsibilities. I could have a hangover for a month straight, getting high morning, noon, and night. There was no reason to preserve my brain cells. I took it to the extreme and I know what it leads to. Most of these children haven’t a clue. They manage to juggle academics and the occasional community service hours and boast about their valiant contributions as a member of the Vanderbilt community. That being said, the more I spend time with these kids, the more I love to appreciate them. All the seniors are a year or more younger than me. They have their cool card, checked out from the silly ‘sophomore’ activities of their past. They’re beyond that now, too cool. I laugh at myself because, shit, that’s what I do.
I have so much to say right now. About social animals. About people and how they function. Learning their ticks.
I will tell you something beyond value. We humans love people who make us feel good. Period. If you can do that through a smile, through genuine compliments (because we all know what is bullshit and manipulation and what isn’t… timeliness, accuracy, whether we think its true, whether that person has a stake in gaining your approval), or simply by your association. That last one always sticks out in my mind. If you exemplify the traits and characteristics that people admire and value in life, or simply think are cool and worthy, then simply your association with that person adds value to their life. Most people don’t come out and tell you they think highly of you, so you need to be keen to watch for their interest, otherwise they might grow resentful that you don’t give them the time or day. When this happens they put up walls. They get defensive. You need to make people feel good, feel that when they are around you their life has improved for that moment or simply thereafter. If you can do this, people will gravitate and orbit around you.
Anyway. I have much work I need to finish. I should write more often. I will write more often.
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel
–Maya Angelou
Friend: on my way to become the oiled cog in the wheel of capitalism.
Me: Lol.. You make it sound like such a static and lifeless endeavor. Reimagine your role as an irreplaceable organism in an intricate ecosystem that depends on your contributions to thrive. But your not just any organism. You’re a super mutant that is constantly evolving to satisfy the evergrowing demands of the ecology as a whole. As you evolve, the system becomes increasingly dependent on your contributions, increasing your value as an organism, and compensating you with more demand. Your evolution is hinged on your efforts to grow and actualize yourself as an organism. You have the potential to play a vital role in the system as a whole. This is a much more dynamic outlook.
Friend: im going to tattoo that on my arm.
A cute girl with a shy laugh
Never forfeit understanding for security.
Certainty eliminates fear.
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The purpose of education should teach us to teach ourselves.
To find yourself, think for yourself © Socrates 469 BC
Its 221am. I was sitting here the past few hours thinking about how I need to update my journal. Semester 1 is over. 5 more to go- and I’m excited.
I was thinking how I need to journal more. I was also thinking that my mind has flat-lined. Not too much to think about or reflect on. The past week I have been vegetating, quite literally. Sleeping 15 hours a day and waking around dusk to lounge around or go out to the wee hours of the morn, indulging in bacchanal mischief. This is the mode I contract when I come home. Not sure why this is the case. I always tell myself great things I’ll do- read several books for pleasure, workout like a maniac, continue writing my book… But when I enter through the door of my house, all my ambition flutters away and I’m left feeling completely listless and apathetic. Dunno why. I mean… wait… nope. dunno.
So i was pretty upset that I didn’t have anything at all to write about… so I was fumbling around on facebook and lookin through photos and stumbled on one of my “ex’s”. A surge of perverted feelings ran over me. First, and she’d kill me if she heard me say this, I never considered her a girlfriend. More like a comforting fuck buddy. She was needy for some love, and so was I. Not much else too it. I went for over two years without a girlfriend, hooking up with random girls along the way. i needed intimacy, no matter how shallow. And the truth is, I wanna care, I wanna give my feelings and heart, but its near impossible. I don’t think I am ready at this point in my life.
My ex girlfriends aid as a poignant reminder of these perverse feelings. When I am with them, I look at them as temporary artifices in my life. They come and go, and if you put too much in, they take too much when they leave. So I stay cool and stolid and emotionally reserved, acting on passions derived from sexual urges when the women demand it. Otherwise I am an empty vessel and they are emotionally needy women.
Anyway… so I transferred schools and my ex stayed in bfe. The people around her are, in my opinion, and my opinion is extremely critical, degenerates. She was real broken up when I left, endlessly crying and calling and doing her all to stay in touch and kindle the romance and intimacy… and I…I expected it to end from day one. As a result, I was fully insulated from feeling any tenderness of the heart. No voids here. Wam bam thankyou maam.
I admit this is absolutely horrible and I will say that I don’t hold this perspective all the time. At the moment I’m feeling pretty unaffected.
So ex girlfriends. I am actually repulsed by the vast majority of them. What repulses me most are the types of guys they go after. You’d think that as an ex I’d get jealous, but just the opposite happens. I think to myself “I thought these girls had better taste/standards”. And you know, that’s really harsh on the guys. I’m sure they’re all great and stuff… but I look at them and go… ‘those dudes are losers not goin anywhere.’ And then I look at my exgirlfriend and think ‘and I dated a girl who is ok with that?’. and then I feel repulsed and never want to associate with them again.
Of course, they think i’m a huge asshole. or insensitive. which is, probably, true.
I also can’t stand thinking about some nasty new boyfriend fuckin that same girl. I, obviously, consider myself a fine specimen, especially so in bed. And these guys? psh. makes me a tad ill inside.
In the back of my mind, whenever I break up with a girl, I tell myself “That girl was great. Real great. Maybe down the road I’ll realize how great she was and we could have a future together.” But after seeing them with a new dude… 95% of the time whom i consider a huge step down, I just wanna vomit and sanitize my genitals.
Anyway…point being is- fml.
i need shit to do. Tomorrow… beach day. My sleep schedule is FUDGED. and my bank account: PURGED. broke as a joke. Christmas is great, but we may as well save our money and splurge on ourselves once a year. I got an IPhone. (<-not sure if I should put an exclamation or not).
Gosh… lots more to say but shoot… its 251am. night.
repetition. repetition is everything. it is refinement. it is perfection. it is success. it is everything. repetition. repetition.repetition. all day, every day. set your mind to a task, and repeat. night, and day. make sacrifices. devote your being to its actualization. and repeat. refine. distill. repetition. drill it into my brain. repetition. reading, writing, thinking, communicating, achieving. repetition. be better. it is the only way. repeat.
repetition. repetition is everything. it is refinement. it is perfection. it is success. it is everything. repetition. repetition.repetition. all day, every day. set your mind to a task, and repeat. night, and day. make sacrifices. devote your being to its actualization. and repeat. refine. distill. repetition. drill it into my brain. repetition. reading, writing, thinking, communicating, achieving. repetition. be better. it is the only way. repeat.
my last exams tomorrow. I wake in 6 hours to eat and study for an hour and a half.
i have a strong desire to see through it all. perceptive. insightful. keen. sagacious. when i look at situations and people my intention is to look into and beyond whats happening. examine the persons intentions. examine the outlook of the situation. all the factors involved. i dont want to get caught up in a rush and miss a moment of observance. of course this mode does not consume my entire day. i am tired.
The Evolution of the Responsibility to Self and Place:
Looking back on the semester, I fastidiously inspect the various moments my mind was exposed to new insights. The philosophy class has been a period of incubation. Throughout the fall I have allowed my mind to freely explore the legitimacy of novel ideas and weighed their relevance to my life, unhindered by competing feelings of preservation. A burning passion kindles in my chest. I reflect on the philosophers and the discussions that struck deeply, that fanned that flame into a fiery blaze. My thoughts turn to a few readings and philosophers that reinforced and, at the same time, upended my antiquated belief system. In order to illuminate the timid shadows of self deception, I allowed these philosophies early on to serve as a spectacle for all further reflection.
At the start of the year I was enveloped in a dense cloud of confusion. As we progressed in our readings and I accreted understanding, a series of themes began to emerge. The themes, strung individually throughout the weekly readings, later weaved themselves into a vivid tapestry as the semester culminated. They included the conception of self, the genealogy and history of society, the role of belief, and the function of nature as it relates to a sense of place. None of these themes stand alone, but borrow from each other. Of each, I will speak broadly and expound on each philosopher’s contribution to the construction of each theme as it appeared to me.
I believe the core to understanding is primary experience. In an age of information, I believe its role in the modern life has been diminishing. With so many perspectives to read on a subject, who needs to waste time experiencing it for themselves? One can read of the countless errors and achievements and interpretations of each and come away feeling equally wise and judicial. The fault with this, however, is that we rob ourselves the task of exercising our own powers of reason and interpretation. Nevertheless, our lives are short and we cannot possibly indulge all our curiosities so, read we must. With this in mind, we are obligated to read judiciously, choosing texts carefully (preferably primary sources to ensure minimum distortion of interpretation) and reflecting with the intent to incorporate the new knowledge into the faculties of understanding. John Aubrey said, “He had read much, if one considers his long life; but his contemplation was much more than his reading. He was wont to say that if he had read as much as other men he should have known no more than other men.” Reading must involve contemplation. Thus is the duty of the philosopher.
You can be whoever you want. Who are you? Who legislates your role? No doubt your cognition, but from what matter? Your society nurses your beliefs. You choose which kernel of knowledge will yield the most fruit- we execute this legislation. And who decides if we are effective? Certainly not the executor, for that would be tyranny of mind, a fascist abomination of being. And who is the judge after all? Why, the society from which we glean our kernels and suckle our wellsprings. We are not our conscience; rather, we are fawns, helpless without our mother’s milk. We grovel, as slaves do, compromising and snarling in desperate hysteria. We are slaves to each other, to the perceptions of past ancestors, of yesteryear. Why can’t we inherit a spirit of wildness? Is that too unwieldy? It is not our man we cannot tolerate, but ourselves. We see ourselves in them and we recoil in horror, in disdain. Creeping around, like a blind beggar, seeking handouts from our fellow mendicants. We run, internally, and hide, but never willing to give up our conditioned vices. We rot inside, desperately coining new meaning for every chapter of life. The insatiable will for freedom only collapses on itself as we become our own ends, and means. But we are never alone, so long as our cognitions are anthropomorphizing sensations into false meaning. No. we are forever haunted.
Push yourself, and you will grow, we are adaptable creatures. Our minds absorb the brunt of circumstantial externalities and forces. They conform to the challenges and grow in complexity. Throw yourself into hardship, with reckless abandon. Confusion, pain, and unfamiliarity are temporary illusions of weakness. Do not succumb to despair or opt for an extended approach. Commit to the pain and hardship and you will find a transformation of boundaries, internally and externally. Life changes, its flux is evident on any time scale. Our cognition is apart of this change. Limits will migrate continually, closer and farther from your potential. Recognize that your potential is every growing. You will surpass those limits, confines of the mind, and flow into thousands of potential seeds of opportunity. Push yourself. Hurl yourself. Sweat is the reward. It cleanses perspective.
Infiltrate society. Corrupt custom. Confuse tradition. Reinvention is bound, helpless to each inventor. Distort familiar ground. Remap well worn paths. Gather mindless spirits to join. They will have no choice but to think. There is no end in sight. Only adaptation and invention. Perpetual evolution and rebirth. Toss the puerile minds into a boiling pot and watch as they firm and harden. Let nature corrupt mans manipulation. Let understanding wallow in neurosis. Nature is genius, overwhelming and paralyzing our imagination. Acceptance is not progress, it is pride. Attach with instinct but be wary of certainty. Open the gates of passion. Channel natures deliberate zephyrs onto our kindled spirit. Reignite our blaze. Life is not controlled. It is natural and wild, like our fiery spirit. Do not stifle its flame. Throw dampening constraints elsewhere.
Wow. My life, quite literally, the past 30.5 hours has consisted of:
3 hours of eating.
4 hours of sleeping
4 hours of exams, Psci and Econ.
19.5 hours of studying.
I shit you not. No generous numbers here. I can here break down the studying:
4 hours of Political Science
5 hours for Geology
10.5 hours for Economics.
Now, on Saturday, I woke at 12ish, and worked on a paper from 1:00pm to 3:30am, stopping only for a to go dinner. That’s 13.5 hours to finish a 12 page paper.
This is a reminder that I can study like a champ whenever I need to, and that if I ever make an excuse why I can’t buckle down, I should be ashamed of the potential I’m robbing myself.
I also know that I never want to experience this kind of cramming again. This could have been easier if A) I didn’t have to reschedule all my exams because of a prof that mis-scheduled our exam and they reschedule it with a week until exams- after I booked my flight a month ago , and B) I studied half this hard throughout the entire semester.
I don’t wanna social life. I wanna be a obsessed with learning and academics again.
So I’m ready to sleep a lil before I work on my last two exams. My eyes burn tho. I need to let them close for a little bit.
i want to be a nerd again. i need to feel inadequate so i can work slavishly to overcompensate. fast.
“[The] capacity for self-recollection — for withdrawal from the outward to the inward — is in fact the condition of all noble and useful activity. If the sailor did not carry with him his own temperature he could not go from the pole to the equator, and remain himself in spite of all. The man who has no refuge in himself, who lives, so to speak, in his front rooms, in the outer whirlwind of things and opinions, is not properly a personality at all. He is one of a crowd, a taxpayer, an elector, an anonymity, but not a man.
He who floats with the current, who does not guide himself according to higher principles, who has no ideal, no convictions — such a man is a mere article of the world’s furniture — a thing moved, instead of a living and moving being — an echo, not a voice. The man who has no inner life is the slave of his surroundings, as the barometer is the obedient servant of the air at rest, and the weathercock the humble servant of the air in motion.”
— Henri Frederic Amiel
I’ve been thinking an awful lot lately. Since I picked up a small pocket journal, I find myself much more at ease with my thoughts. They escape effortless in the moment. I will write an update though. Finals are next week. Two essays and three exams. I have begun studying. Tomorrow is the last official day of classes. Friday is a reading day… but its packed with exam review sessions so its basically like another day of classes. Um… I have so much on my mind. I have been giving a lot of thought to ‘place’… as well as ‘space’ (in the relational sense) and ‘time’. Can time be polluted? I think so. I think civilization has droned out the harmony by reducing space and accelerating time.
Maps. Some say the world is small. Some say its large. I believe our conception of nature’s vastness is limited by knowledge, experience, analogy. A world is defined by these limitations… however finite or infinite. What need of maps? Geographic coordinates? Did indigenous peoples lend a care to such definitions in their world? And how vast was their’s?
work in 5 hours. bed.
The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.
Albert Einstein quotes
All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.
TE Lawrence
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. ~ Lao Tzu
If you keep doing what you’ve always done you’ll keep getting what you’ve always gotten. You cannot remain as you are and become something greater.
I. Kant begins The Grounding of the Metaphysics of Morals by reducing the self to reason in order to understand the foundations of right thought. He concludes that at the base of one’s thoughts, there is an intention or will that is at the core of self.
A good will is the only qualification for good action. Kant says: “A good will is good not because of what it effects or accomplishes, nor because of its fitness to attain some proposed end; it is good only though its willing, i.e., it is good in itself.” That is, a good will is good in itself, independent of any requirements that would make it good. Kant goes on to justify this by explaining that even if good will failed to achieve its end through action, it would still retain its value as good will because of its good intention.
what is truth? Truth is the external reality beyond our senses. We cannot fully know truth. & its meaning is subjective. So abandon your objective pursuits.
Someone wrote:
“The man who has no inner life is a slave to his surroundings.” ~Henri Frédéric Amiel
Then it follows that the man who has no outer life is a slave to himself. Is slavery to everything outside of an imaginary boundary less preferable to slavery within that same boundary?
I responded:
Yes.
It is more preferable to be a slave to yourself, the inner life that constitutes the imagination and passion and reason, then to be a slave to your surroundings, which is characterized by foreign expectations and demands.
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I thought about this for awhile. I need to think about this for a while longer. Not sure if I fully agree with my response. I don’t like the inferences the question makes on the quote.
I should have mentioned that this boundary isn’t imaginary, but very real. Among other things.
Sitting in a room. Alone.
Two adjacent chalkboards hang at the corner of the room. A library bookshelf filled with very old philosophy books ranging from behavioralism to phenomenology sits caddy corner. On my right, there’s a large canvas painting depicting an ocean view from a deck, outfitted with a table for two covered by a red tablecloth; place settings and chilled wine wait patiently for the guests.
The walls of the room are made of decrepit brick. There is a long table at the center of the room. I sit at its head. I view toward the end of the room and peer out the lone window into the darkness.
The room is located on the second floor in a small classroom at the back of the building. I am the only one left. The building is large and foreboding, characterized by thick gray stonework and archetypal Gothic architecture. The cloistered main entrance is guarded on either side by two large embattlement towers topped with crenels and merlons. Furman.
Its 1:30am. I need to finish this paper. I need to concentrate. Need. To. Concentrate. Kant. Hypothetical Imperatives. Formulations of humanity. Formulations of Autonomy. Perfect and Imperfect Duties. When will the madness stop.
While I absolutely love Kant, his readings are torturous. At least starting out. After I spend like four hours with the text, it comes alive and I can actually makes sense of his precise vocabularly. That’s the thing, Kant is soooo vocabulary intensive. He uses strict definitions that make reading troublesome. You need to relearn the meaning of the words before you can read. Otherwise it makes no sense. But, once you spend time, and your mind acclimates to the new semantics, sentences become more clear. That’s another things- his sentences are unbearably long. Example: “All imperative are expressed by an ought and thereby indicate the relation of an objective law of reason to a will that is not necessarily determined by this law because of its subjective constitution (the relation of necessitation).” I mean… I understand it… but only because I’ve read the essay five times. Rearticulating his sentences is fun. poo.
Anyway… I like his way of formulating morality the bestest. At least when compared to those utilitarians or emotivists like Hume, Mill, Artistotle and the like. I do have some issues with Kant…though… I can’t really put what they are into words right now.
Anyway… onto the last four parts of this essay. Soooooon.
This is a journal from me. I have been sitting in my room for roughly 7 hours and 45 minutes, working on this Kant paper… since around 6:00pm. I’ve taken about an hours worth of breaks. My eyes feel like they’re pulsating, and my stomach has a hollow ache. The whole paper is shaping up nicely, but I dread the tedious process of anatomizing the minutia. And Kant is chocked full of it.
Me. I’m just gonna rant a lil. Hm… school ends in a 2.5 weeks… about.
I’m not freaking out about exams… yet. I probably should be. I’m just taking it day by day. While I usually spend an inordinate amount of time ruminating to myself, it’s picked up quite a bit since Thanksgiving break. I seem to have reached a new plateau (<-hate spelling that word). The field is level and my footing is firm.
I think I'm giving up the whole frat crap…aka reject the bid. I mean, I would have had a shit show with the whole scene in high school (For many jejune and inane reasons I don't need to elaborate on). And I won't knock it today… its fun. It offers a means to (re)establish your identity in an otherwise foreign land with new people. This is important. Not as important if you know who you are, I suppose. But I do see the value in it, and I refuse be one of those greek 'haters'. Different strokes for different folks.
My god am I tired. Its two in the morning… I have to wake up at 7… and I'm bent on getting this paper 75% finished tonight. fml.
So there's this girl. yea.. a girl. Normally I don't pay too much attention, but she's great. Mostly cause she's so damn nonchalant, yet playful curious. Of course she's beautiful… and intelligent. She a virtuoso from Yale. Got her master's before coming here to study English. She's 21. Its enticing.
What I find so fascinating is that, while I envisage her to be a wise and innocent woman, she's really your average youth, filled with normal juvenile considerations. Why is that fascinating? I guess because of how much I enjoy seeing my idealism melt away in the face of disappointment. This does not mean I am any less attracted to her, however. On the contrary, the melting idealism provides a kaleidoscope of new iridescent feelings to experience.
Regarding these juvenile considerations I speak of- I remember when I was not fully tainted by my inexorable indulgences. I remember I use to speak of every new experience, every new feeling and adventure, as if I were the first human traverse the unknown passages of youth and survive to tell about it. My eyes would widen, my voice would grow louder in excitement and suspense as I talked of girls, trite mischief, drugs… like they were a dark mystery that only few had the fortune of discussing.
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Back to reflecting… I got myself a pocket sized journal. I've had them before but they were either an awkward size, too small or too large, or they were crappy quality that fell apart after a weeks of use. This one is purrrrfect. It's like a little dream catcher… but for thoughts. I just think to myself. Let the thoughts germinate awhile… and as soon as they're ready to take flight… I use my journal to impress them to paper. Its fun catching random thoughts. It also doubles for things that I remember randomly and always tell myself to write down, but never do.
Soo…
This semester was expected. And because it was expected, it happened. That may not sound to mean much, but it sums it all up.
*yawn*
William Dare 