Running down a dream

Ever have one of those dreams about unfinished business in your past? You know, like the one where you realize it’s the end of the semester, final exams are here, and you haven’t attended one class? You freak about the prospect of flunking school, only to wake up to the realization that, yes, Diz, you [...]

What’s so amazing about really deep thoughts?

It’s hard not to do the thing you’ve done for your entire life without driving yourself crazy.

I am having a hard time being Present, apparently. Methinks perhaps I’m more than ready to pick up A New Earth again.

It’s not you, it’s me. It’s not anybody. It just is.

For someone who loves the uber-socialness of blogging, I am not social when forced to emerge from behind the laptop. I am a homebody. I don’t actively seek out strangers and talk to them. Even the people I know and (relatively) like, I need to seperate myself from, lest I feel the urge to punch them in the head. (Don’t take it personally - it’s not you, it’s me.)

Senorita

I cannot look at this photo without JT singing in my head. Nonetheless, there is deeper meaning to be found in the eyes of this Senorita…

Meet the new fear, same as the old fear

What started as me laughing at the anti-Oprah crew turned into a rant against fundies. Must be my ego talking again. (My copy of A New Earth should be here any day now, though, so I’m not worried.)