Scientifically artistic. Music. Dance. Photo. Sketch.



I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."


^{Bob Dylan: Shelter from the Storm}


It's that time of the semester again when people begin to discuss their GPAs with pride and wave their numbers in front of my face.
It's that time of the semester again where I sit back and reflect on what I did to bring myself to where I am today.
It's that time of the semester again where I feel like I should be punished for not accomplishing anything but waking up everyday and making it work on those days that I'm scheduled.
It's that time of the semester again where I debate that what I'm doing is what I truly want to be doing.

But you know, despite how much I'm disappointed with myself, there is always those lessons I've learned. Like how I need to not rely on retaining information after one class period or like how I need to wake up in the morning to go to class. I have a foggy sense of the future, while before it was so clear and precise. I can't be where I am forever. I can't sit in this room and look forward to that one thing a day. I can figure out what I need to take care of and where I need to be.

My option, as of right now, is to move and start over. I want to move out of this area completely and begin anew. I want to reevaluate what I coin as success and what it will take me to get there. I know who I need to talk to and I know who I want by my side, despite all of my changes.


I want to stop being sick. I never get colds, but this one has knocked me off my feet for four days now.


I've been listening lately. To everything. In short, I've found my inspiration. I've found it in music, in the people I talk to everyday, and in myself. I know that I can amount to something, whether it be a big achievement or a small success. I know that if I continue to learn, I'll continue to grow and turn out for the better.

I know who I need to thank and keep close by my side. I have my family. I have my boyfriend. I have my select best friends. I have myself.



I've been invited to three parties on Friday Saturday. I don't know which I'll go to, but I know that I want to go out. If you see me online on Friday Saturday night, please harass me to my breaking point. I can't be inside any longer.

Edit: I'm fucking stupid. They're on Saturday, not Friday. Feel free to e-shank me anyways if I'm home Friday on grounds of sheer retardation.


Never forget yourselves and who you truly are. If you can't be yourself, who can you be?