I keep forgetting to post.
I've been home for two weeks, it's been a good break.
Last week I went to Ohio twice then to Lexington to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra with my dad (it was my Christmas present to him).
I've seen friends, which is good.
I forgot how entertaining my family can be, we have great dinner-time conversations.
Plus, home has Tim Horton's, which is delightful.
So far New Year's is going to be boring, because everyone's going out of town.

The walls of my room are looking spectacular.
I have so many postcards tacked up (ones that have been sent to me and cool ones I bought).
Plus this random 'Y' my brother took from the KFC parking lot.
I need a few more things and I think they'll be almost perfectly decorated...
At least until I stumble upon another cool postcard or advertisement or picture...

I have been so busy lately, but I love it.
So many meetings and presentations, and volunteering!

I am getting pretty excited about Thanksgiving.
The family and great food will outweigh the six hour drive, or at least I hope so!

We got snow on Monday, it's about time we get a decent winter here.
I think this is the year!


Edit: [at 1:14am] Why the hell do I use so many !'s?

Last night at 2am I walked back home in the rain, by myself.
It actually felt good.
I wanted to walk farther, but I was getting close to the sketchy parts, so instead I just got in my car and drove around town.

I need to get my bike fixed, stupid brakes.
I am so excited for next semester, my classes are gonna be awesome.

I need more weekend and less classes.
I hate warm weather.

Halloween is over...

I need something to occupy my time, besides school of course.
I want to be more creative.

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Halloween was crazy, but not in the CrAzY sense.
We walked down to see Rocky Horror, but it was sold out.
Good thing it wasn't cold outside, my costume was short.
I want to come up with a more creative costume for next year.
We saw lots of crazily dressed up people; lots of people yelled and such.
Some woman wanted to take a picture of my roommate and I, so we let her.
It just made me smile.
We walked back home and went to a party.
It was kind of lame... but I chatted with some cool dudes.
Apparently my bunny costume looked like a ballerina though...?
We came home and watched a lame movie about Catacombs or something.

Saturday my friend from out of town came in, I was so surprised.
We had African food, and it was delicious.
They're couscous-like thing was great, I forget the actual name.
We decided to go to another party that night, and I decided to actually dress up like a ballerina.
The party was kind of lame, lots of creepers.
We left shortly after we got there and came back home.
Our neighbor, Chester, was having a Dia de Los Muertos party, and it was so sounding pretty awesome.
He even had a live band and movies playing in the backyard.
So... we decided to stop by there, which was an excellent decision.
They people were so cool, and Chester has such a great house.
We definitely have the best neighbor ever.

Sunday was pretty chill, nothing really happened.
I did my homework.
I also went out a date.
We went to a pub restaurant.
The seating was awkward, the conversation was lame, and the food was pretty good.
He's a super cool dude, but there was nothing there.
At least I tried...?

Collision

When one life and another collide,

what are we to do?

Do we push them together even farther,

and hope they stay so homogenized?

Shall we tear them apart?

Never to speak of the collision again?

Nay, we should merely let them be.

Let the words collide and just sit back,

see what happens among them.

Bridges

All taken at the same place on a visit that happened on a whim.

April showers bring...

May flowers.

Apples in Stereo.

Apples in Stereo at WRFL's FreeKY Festival.

1:31 am - To Life... a toast to clear the bullshit.

to love the one that pleases you

what a dream that seems fleeting

never pick nor choose,

because in doing so is cheating.

to love, to laugh, to live

a triumvirate of the past

compare to that of julius,

& betrayal has never come so fast

to keep enemies closest,

what smart words we have heard

all truth & no inaccuracies

it helps to keep the borders blurred.

"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come." - The Tragedy of Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare.

If this is life...

So many people seem to change at the snap of a finger, and it is one of the worse feelings to witness this. I know they are not like that, but they feel it necessary to manipulate themselves to appease those around them. How sick, and sad.

"No one can ever truly be happy." - A classmate.

Someone said that today at lunch, and it just really made me think. People are always fussing about their bodies and the parts they wish were smaller, bigger, toner, longer, shorter, or any such adjective. Of course, their is always their quality of life to think about. Money? Sure, it is a preconceived notion that everyone wants more of it and that it is the link to happiness, but, at least I hope, we all know that is not true. A significant other is also a reason to be happy or not. Most people just like to complain on that subject. Either they do not have one or they are not happy with the one they are with. I feel that is rare to find someone truly happy with their relationship status. Those without a boy/girlfriend pine over the ones they have lost, the ones they could not get, or the ones that lost them. Those with a boy/girlfriend always nitpick the other person, talking heavily about their flaws, misconceptions, bad habits, ideas, anything that will make it seem as if they are not happy, because that is apparently what they want to get across: They are not happy.

Why? 

People feel as if their is always more and that their current state does not and cannot ever express the life that has formulated in their head. 

"What is happiness?" - A Philosophical question brought up by a friend.

How do you measure a feeling like that? It is akin to describing the feeling of love, of any feeling actually. It is always different, no matter the person. Someone people could enjoy the company of family, while others prefer a good book. Chocolate ice cream could give it to some people, while other people prefer a cold winter night. It is hard to define it; it is hard to put such limits on such a profound feeling.