On this steamy autumn day, the quad is like paradise with a crunch. I start to wake up, enough that I remove myself once again. I suppose that's where it all begins. It always starts and ends in the same place, with the same person. Me. That's what it's about, right? Meeee. I am all I know, and much has been pointed out to me today. I can tell myself I'm strong or that I'm above something or below it... someone can be prettier, I can be so weak, I'm part of it all and never close ...

I've been running late to everything. Sometimes I find it too hard to leave. Sometimes I find it too hard to go to, as if some maniacal force is keeping me away. Usually, I find I'm fighting with myself over my identity. So sue me. I'm twenty. And fuck you too. So like I was saying, I can't seem to get to where I'm going. Hah, (says you), isn't that just the story if life? But, (says I - soaked in caffeine but oh-so-tired), the passage of time is irrelevant. Ultimately, we can...

I was allotted 4 minutes to float towards work alone before I encountered a mental roadblocker of a historical dilemma. But we'll ignore the past for now. Dwelling on this afternoon, rather. I just saw teeshirts. Really, in that 4 minutes - teeshirt after teeshirt after teeshirt. Mighty Mouse - Hot Topic. Abercrombie. Theta. Underoath - Warped Tour. Flower Tank from Wet Seal. Polo. Polo. Theta. Illinois. Miss Behave in rhinestones. Wow. Then before I crossed the street, ...

Question One: When one keeps a planner for some extended period of time and the pages become filled, scribbled on, scratched out, reused, and completed in all aspects, it becomes time to buy new pages for the little leather-bound friend... Can those old pages be thrown away? Or, despite their uselessness, should they be saved? This was your life. Question Two: Is it better to watch someone change from a superhero into a human being? Or rather, does seeing a normal human being cry tur...

One must take a moment to address why it has come to pass that monogamous relationships are a staple of society. I must disclaim my babble here, for I can only truly examine the age group with which I am most familiar: Americans age 16-24. Truthfully, this acknowledgement is proof enough that anything I say hereafter can be deemed false by wiser and more diversely qualified philosophers. Having said that, I will begin to make my case. Young adults, such as myself, feel the need to fi...

I used to believe that I couldn't be happy anywhere. But the places weren't the problem. Indeed, I couldn't be happy. But entering now... What should I do if I could be happy anywhere? I have my preferences. Still, I could blindly point to a map and find myself pleased with my location. I can't be deterred from the travel... or can I? In the sun, I'd recall the places. I can remember so many places. The sun or ocean, brick or cement, mountain, city, car ride busting out of my ...

Outside and alone at night, Camel Turkish Royal, and it was fall again. Cold, just like the words I heard, lost in the currents, fountains forever dormant, stars so far away. These things, they make it fall again. Oh it was fall again. With every step, the air would pause, in broken memory. Blackest stars, the blackest stars, losing to eternity. It's how it feels to fall again, when it was fall again.

No no no no, this isn't about the right or left cheek. This is about approaching life in terms of a funny little thing called achievement. Instinctively, I am a slacker. I never like to put any more effort into something than it requires. But is this because I can actually get away with it? It's true, some people overachieve because they fear UNDERachieving. They could never slide by like those of us with more coniving natures. We are the standard setters, the ones who improve the ...

Well, this is my welcome article evidently. I never kept a blog before. Diaries, Journals, all web-based... yes. But a "blog" specifically? Not so much. I mean, there's no difference AT ALL, but now I can feel cool. Now I can be in with the in-crowd and say "yeah, guys! I have a blog TOO!" and then promptly buy a Prada bag. Anyway, I'm not sure if I'll keep up with this blog at all. But your interest is piqued, non?While this probably doesn't even BEGIN to scratch the surface, my ...