Don't you just hate when you can't seem to find what's been right in front of you all along? Then once you stop searching, voilà! There it is.
Notecards : metaphor as midterm : the devil.
Key idea is disguise.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Two roads diverged in a wood..
Among the worries of this quarter's midterms and papers in my head have been even more swarming thoughts of schooling - past, future, and that in a parallel universe, or universes.
More specifically the latter.
To think I could be anticipating my enrollment in dentistry school in July rather than trying to figure out if I should even be taking summer school to rid of lower div courses. I could be 3,000 miles away studying journalism and science at the same time, instead of reconsidering my sad, delayed attempt at a double major. I could be just 35 miles from LA, alongside some of the brightest scientists in the country; instead I'm 35 miles from Claremont, lost among some of the brightest students of the state. 21 miles from home and I could've gotten a degree with more of a brand name, for my parents' and future's sake. Less than 10 miles away was a double degree, one possibly from one of the best journalism schools in the nation, the other of the current bane of my existence, along with a guaranteed bid to dentistry school, as was the case with Boston.
How was this first seeded of 14?
I can't seem to remember what compelled me to arrive here.
.. and I took the one:
a) less traveled by.
b) more frequented.
c) that I'll always question.
More specifically the latter.
To think I could be anticipating my enrollment in dentistry school in July rather than trying to figure out if I should even be taking summer school to rid of lower div courses. I could be 3,000 miles away studying journalism and science at the same time, instead of reconsidering my sad, delayed attempt at a double major. I could be just 35 miles from LA, alongside some of the brightest scientists in the country; instead I'm 35 miles from Claremont, lost among some of the brightest students of the state. 21 miles from home and I could've gotten a degree with more of a brand name, for my parents' and future's sake. Less than 10 miles away was a double degree, one possibly from one of the best journalism schools in the nation, the other of the current bane of my existence, along with a guaranteed bid to dentistry school, as was the case with Boston.
How was this first seeded of 14?
I can't seem to remember what compelled me to arrive here.
.. and I took the one:
a) less traveled by.
b) more frequented.
c) that I'll always question.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
For you; with you; you.
I need to be more aware of my actions - be less selfish and hostile, and more considerate. I'm gonna give you what I promised, whether it be by your way or mine.
I left the best of me sitting right beside you.
I respect you, despite your flaws and "crazy actions." That you can hold strong and separate your past into another dimension amazes me. It's too bad, yet so fortunate.
I left the best of me sitting right beside you.
I respect you, despite your flaws and "crazy actions." That you can hold strong and separate your past into another dimension amazes me. It's too bad, yet so fortunate.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Apathetic is the new broken.
You never notice how much a clock stops ticking until you need it. Perhaps it is due time for a change in batteries, or perhaps it has broken, silently and without regard. Either way, the moment of its necessity has fleeted, and it is left overlooked on the wall once again, collecting dust and still as ever.
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