in january i got tossed into the middle of the ocean. sink or swim. i only sank a little bit before i began clawing my way back to the surface, up by my bootstraps, and now i've created a life for myself here in this totally separate country with people i didn't know before. new routines and new adventures. now i know i can do that and i guess that makes me different than i was before, it's not just the dancing and the mixed drinks and creatures inhabiting my living space.

mid-semester crisis. half over, half yet to come, the end uncomfortably close in sight: how do i leave this already? when will i have the chance to do something like this ever again? will i do enough to feel fulfilled, satisfied that i did not squander precious time?

i pointed a british couple towards brick lane last night. i wonder if they felt silly getting directions from an american.

i don't really think i like rhubarb, but i do like dandelion & burdock soda, and the availability of veggie samosas, so.

past future

last five entries:
blisters and bruises - 03.18.08
dorsey - 03.13.07
finding peace - 02.02.07
unintentional clean slate - 09.11.06
natural born cyborg - 06.23.06