An Ode To Existence

a poem of sorts

stolen.
grading is like fraud
all work becomes one letter
where did my words go?
~katie halliday

i got this from a friend's profile. i have no idea who the author is, but i feel ya katie. m'out. God bless.

sounds: railroad earth - head
food for thought: my checkbook....doh!

pimp!

my pops has a website! and it's way sweetness^infinte power compared to mine....that's very cool and kinda depressing at the same time, hehe. one look tells you i got absolutely none of his creative juices, cuz he's really good at what he does (graphic design, advertising, being creative in general) and i'm not very good at any of those things. but hey, now that i'm done with school and all, maybe i can try working on the crappy one i did for cps 1 last semester. this is of course assuming i'll have spare time outside of whatever summer job i have in addition to raising support for argentina. speaking of which, if anyone who is reading this would like to support a newly graduated missionary to la plata, hit me up :) i'd love to tell ya what i'll be doing. or if you just wanna hear about it, i'd still love to tell ya :)

so it feels good and exciting to be done with school and not have anymore work. i still don't have any jitters about post-grad, but i don't know if that's cuz i know (God willing) what i'm gonna be doing or because i'm not officially graduated yet, and thus still have a small shred of legitimate denial left to hold on to. we'll find out sunday afternoon i suppose. until then, i will enjoy my last few days as a college student to the utmost, at least when i'm not at work (which seems to be a rare thing these days).

welps, i'm off to do something. i dunno what yet though, hehe. y'all take care now ;) God bless.

sounds: foo fighters - everlong (acoustic version)
food for thought: memoirs of living with jay