| http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080808/ap_on_el_pr/edwards_affair
I feel like there's no one you can really trust, as far as politicians and celebrities go. Everyone always seems to have terrible fall backs (you know, like how MLK cheated on his wife too). And if you're a celebrity, with money, it doesn't seem to matter how poor (or even middle class) you were when you were growing up, money always makes you less of a real person. For example, Meredith and I were watching the Ellen DeGeneres show and discussing how great Ellen is. And then she's talking about her dogs, and she says how she actually doesn't walk them, she pays someone else to. Wealthy people don't make a lot of sense to me. I feel like once you're rich, you're rich, why do you need more? Anything over a million is all the same to me. I have this theory that some humans are just driven to be on top, the best, and the only way we really know how to calculate who the best are is by how much money they've got. Otherwise it really makes no sense, why do rich people need more money?
I sort of feel like I'm 14 writing this but whatever.
Anyway. In other news. Work is good. I like the kids. Though waking up early sucks, I'll be working there two mornings a week this semester, starting at 7:30 AM. I'm looking forward to school and having everyone back in town. I need a new bed.
My classes, as of right now, are thus:
--Spanish 232
--Intro to Women's Studies
--Media Arts and Design 101
--Health 100
--Self-Defense for Women
--Intro to Film (Beginnings till 1960)
I'm happy with that schedule, however, I'll have to give up the Friday radio show. Oh well.
Cam and the county fair are next week! Oh, the joy!
(Oh and happy birthday to Leo or whatever. 26 - that is old.) | comments: Leave a comment   |
| It's five months today, that's cool I guess, I mean whatever.
I miss my friends. Cam and Alex, I miss you. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i don't believe in beatles
i just believe in me
things feel weird and good at the same time, a lot of me doesn't feel like me and I don't like it, I'm working to feel more myself again. some parts are really good but it's like I'm neglecting lots of myself, and I gotta fix that. I haven't written anything other than a few emails in over a week, including any personal journal writing. sometimes in the past when I felt like things were off, I was uncomfortable for whatever reason, I'd just stare at my hands and feel better because they were me and I knew me and I'd always have me. I tried that this time and it wasn't as successful, and I think it's because I'm not taking advantage of my greatness. I guess that sounds pretentious but whatever. I need to do more with myself, creatively and just physically. I need a bike here, it's almost eerie without one. I need a job, maybe even one that reflects an interest of mine, or some sort of nice gesture? maybe volunteer work. I need to get rid of all my books, which isn't going to happen but it needs to. I need to be with friends. but first of all, I need to get out of this room, which is happening now. this entry probably seems grim but the point is that everything's about to change. this weekend promises greatness, and so does everything after it. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| she thinks i'm crazy
but i'm just growin old
hey 19!!!
while this was extremely far from my most exciting birthday, i guess i'm happier than on any other, not because of what i did today (which was hang out) or what i got (which was nothing), more just because of where i am and how everything is incredibly exciting and spectacular to me when i want it to be. i miss my friends, i'm almost looking forward to school, for seeing them and for classes. i move in about two weeks. it's happening. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | I am honestly worried that after being in India for five weeks, he will never smell the same again. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.
....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered
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| WHY DO I MISS THESE PEOPLE ALREADY.
"It's easy with you, all I have to do is say how I feel and it's gonna be good, because good is how I feel and good is what things are, all things that are good, its really happening!"
oh yeah. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I'm returning my art history book this week and I thought I'd let this note from a late night study session in the library (April 8 maybe?) stay in there, maybe the next owner will see it and smile:
So I couldn't write it on the same page because that would so not be a surprise, though I guess you suggested it, and hell now you even walked in on it, but yeah, point is if you're feeling down about this paper or I don't know, you can fill in the blank, I hope you can crack just the littlest of smiles thinking that somewhere there's a big goofy German kid who thinks you're the prettiest most wonderful person he's gotten to add to his story called life in a long time, so no matter how not great this paper is, it has to be worth something to note that there's at least one guy out there who thinks you're the exact opposite. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| All of a sudden I have the incredibly intense urge to spend the unplanned parts of my summer doing this:
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