March 2010
11 posts
just where did spring break go?
Being back “home” is definitely a weird experience. It feels cold and almost like a splash of cold water. The minute you get back you get handed a cold lifeless (almost) piece of paper that said you did bad on something you hardly even remember doing. All that’s because all you remember is that night you spent with him and the days you wish you had back.
Life is kind of...
Monsters?
A friend posted today or sometime (you know how time doesn’t really exist inside the internet): We stopped checking for monsters under our bed because we realized they are INSIDE US.
I realized that not only is this true, but it’s incredible revitalizing. I can stop searching, stop blaming and start fixing, right? or should I? should I just let the monster live? Yesterday, for...
Trust sometimes comes in the words:
“Babe, you never have to ask for my permission. Just let me know.”
(: i love him.
home.
So I arrived back at my parents house two days ago and I couldn’t be happier. I mean I really did miss this place… in a way it doesn’t feel like home but it does feel like something… like a place that (although my parents start getting on my nerves) I can feel refuge. I forget, oh do I ever. I forget all my responsibilities, all my worries, it’s here the place where I...
I'm hearing things in French!
Alright I’m sitting here hoping that this blog thing will turn out alright… I never had a blog so I really wouldn’t know if this will help as a form of “escape”?
Right now I’m hearing my friends talk and practice in French hoping that I can understand something with my minimal french and thus prove to myself that I’m not as mediocre as I thought. In the...
