I was writing my short story for the merry fates contest (deadline tomorrow! anyone elseentering?), when I started to wonder what it would be like to be supernatural, and whether or not I would choose...to needing to eat for sustenance, or being ordered or forced to do it when you were trying not to). So, what do you think? My character for tomorrow has already made her choice, what’s yours?
I've been playing pool like it's my job the last couple days. I'm pretty sure I've played 4 and a half hours a day. It's ridiculous. I thought it was good, but then the people i was playing against started...God. That's all I have to say, These past few weeks have been some of the greatest of my life, both spiritually and just in everything else. I have no complaints. God is good. Life is good. Amen
i interrupt my hiatus for an important discovery! okay no, i just couldnt stand being away from LiveJournal, but anyway. i blame all incoherency on several facts: that todaytodaytoday is the last day... OP at 1230pm in CR518! doublecheck triplecheck existence of school tie/school badge/entry proof/NRIC/thumbdrive/props/cue cards/neat hair/ ZOMG IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE? then, FREEDOM ! :D
It's funny how your parents can see you right through with just one glance. There's nothing i can say or do, it's just this or that . People say, life is about making choices. Given a choice, i would rather not to make any decisions.
Libby came into work today. She sees me and tells me she had a dream about me last night. She told me the dream. She was standing and I was walking towards her. She looked at me and said, "keep your options open." Then she woke up. That advice runs so deep. I have a lot of decisions to make. A lot of choices that are going to determine the direction that my life takes from here. *sigh*
The cool weather that's rolled in makes me want to combust into laughter or tears at any given moment. At least it feels more like fall. It's still to be decided if that's a good thing or a bad thing...unfair? And why am I so in love with this piece I started as my entry to the creative writing program that I know I wont apply to? And why cant I bring myself to add another word to it? Why?!
...sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me who I am. from The WavesA recap of my life the past few weeks: I went to Chicago and saw a play that played with me; I was confronted with genius; I voted for a person I pin too much hope on; I shook that person's wife's hand; I was bitten by the future; I was confronted by choices which I have yet to make.
This one's for all those collegekids out there. I'm sure at every point in everyone's college career they question what they want to do with their lives. Things were going pretty well this semester... and it's nice to find a true connection with new people. And now I'm off to go do something productive. Or just make some tea. That sounds about what I need right now. That and hug would be cool
well its another blog update. I have been checking every membership site i am part of to see if I'm up to date, and so far I am. This is the week of Midterms, aka Hell week. So needless to say, I wont... but I feel so sluggish and hungry within 3hours after eating. Its weird, I dont even eat that much either. hmm, but like I said its a working process and I still havent decided yes or no yet
