Wow, this is my 100th post. I'm kind of impressed. So, here it is, photos from yesterday. It was at hot as summer, beautiful and bright. We went to the beach. Here's the short story.
Learning to take self-portraits
So tranquil looking ... just don't get sunburned
I never get tired of looking up the coast
Pelicans!
There you have it. Don't you wish you were here? :)
Adorable meme nabbed from fingersandtoes!
First you need a wikipedia random article . The article title is your band name.
Second, go here. The last four words of the last quotation on the page is your debut album title.
Thirdly, go here. The third picture on the page is your album cover.
Then you put it all together and post it on your blog!
This is a pattern ... me, on my floor, procrastinating on something I want to do and know that I can indeed do. I'm just ... stuck. I wonder whether I put myself into this situation, this was inevitable, or both. No matter. It's now the problem of digging myself out of this hole and not consuming an entire package of Saltines. I have forgotten how salty these things really are. I feel that if I were a snail or a slug, I would shrivel right up/implode just at the sight. Whoo!
Anyway, I suppose not much has changed since last year. Yes, I'm getting older, and perhaps I have some better idea of where I'm going, but the future still looms, yet it is a distant fantasy. It's like the side view mirrors of the car. Objects are closer than they appear. So here I am, laptop in lap, really, typing away toward my future. The road is endless, but but I'm in need of a rest stop, and I'm not sure where that next exit will take me. At least, I think, I have over a year to figure this out. I really think that this whole double-major thing is a procrastination tactic. Story of my life, eh? At least I cop to it.
The world won't stop changing, and I can't blame it. I'd rather have it keep moving and keep going, and yeah, I don't want to stop. I desperately wish I could still be in Rome, but if I were, my life would have changed in such different ways. I wouldn't have gotten a job, I wouldn't have gone to New York, I wouldn't have lived with Kimi, and I certainly wouldn't be the same person. All of the challenges that life has put before me have been worth the struggle. Everything I am is a product of who I was. Everything I will become is all part of who I am now. Life is like a game of Jenga -- you keep building upwards with what you've already got and you pray for balance.
Last year, I was in Barcelona, hanging out with Irene.
This year, I was cooped up in San Diego, hoping to God that we weren't going to burn.
Needless to say, I'm very much alive, but due to the fire, we canceled an entire week of class. We're now behind, and it was both a relief and a stress. Now, I've got a ton of stuff due this coming week, so it's just go-go-go for me. Can't win 'em all.
Oh, and if that weren't depressing enough, "American kids, dumber than dirt"?
I really do need to make more time for blogging. :) I enjoy it so.
I'm taking a bit of a rest at home right now, but tonight, it's back off to school for me. I already had one class today, and this makes two. Not too bad for one day, but it's more mind-boggling than anything else that school had begun anew. I know, for the people on the semester system, school is in full swing, and midterms are fast approaching. However, for the quarter system, school is inching forward, but in 10 weeks, things go quickly. It's scary, really.
On a less stressful note, I was in New York City this weekend. Here's just a snapshot of what went on.
For the rest of the photos, go over to my flickr.
More on this later, and observations about a cultural no-man's land. Because I'm too worried about getting to class on time.
