A great quote...

Don't be afraid of death.

Be afraid of the unlived life.

The more time I spend alone, the more I learn about myself and how I crave being around people.

I don't know where the root of most of the depressing feelings come from, but I feel this way the most when i'm by myself.

I'm beginning to look for an apartment for the Fall of next year downtown Kalamazoo, since I have to stay here one more year because of the scholarship I received. I don't want to live alone, but I also don't know who I would want to live with here. I don't know anyone well enough other than Emily and she seems concerned for the safety of the area. I honestly am not too worried, after staying in Detroit for two years.

If I can't find anyone I'm going to lease a cheap studio, contrary to what i've just stated above about being alone. I would almost rather live by myself than with someone I can't relax and be myself around.

Maybe i'm not giving it enough time, but the more I talk to people here the more I miss my friends back at Wayne State. I don't feel like there's a specific group I belong to, whereas I can name about 6 or 7 people in Detroit that I'd call in a second to hang out with.

I hope France brings something new.

juuust breathe.

Today was our choir sectional at 4:20.

I always dread having something to do on a Sunday, but in the end I enjoy singing so much that I don't want to leave.

I'm glad I signed up for choir this semester- it's probably the only class I get to actually relax and feel most of the weight lift off of my shoulders from any accumulated stress during the week.

Emmy just came home, i'm too ADD to continue to write.

pour moi...

Today was the math test that I waaay over-studied for.

At least I was prepared...

I hope robust is really what I thought it was.

Naps feel SO good.

especially when you're so tired you just collapse into bed and pass out for hours.

Now im just hoping I can use this time that I'm awake wisely.

Maybe I should postpone the screwdriver.

focus, focus, focus...

I really need to work on this focus thing.
I think most of it is the feeling my house radiates.
I sit at the kitchen table and waste my time online instead of doing anything productive.
Maybe if I find a new place to get my stuff done...
Like the library.
Or CoffeeWorks.
No, coffeeworks is too busy. And one is required to buy something if you want to work there...
I really don't have that kind of MONEY.
This computer lab in the Bernhard center isn't the best place, either.
It's incredibly stuffy in here.
Too hot.
Or maybe I just need a nap...
Too bad it's Tuesday and I don't have time.
I've got a math exam tomorrow that i'm iffy about.
It's on statistics.
Wish me luck...
Time for CHOIR!
:-)

La commence....

My first post.
I thought I'd have been done with online journals after I deleted my Livejournal.
However, I like the secrecy of this lesser-known "blogspot", and the feeling of a fresh start is always relieving.
This will be a good place to vent too, although I don't plan on using this journal just to bitch about stuff that makes me mad.
I'd rather use it for recording dreams, posting pictures (once I finally get a digital camera that isn't ghetto) and expressing myself in other ways.
Welcome to my mind, journal.