Just in case we have any new readers seeing this site for the first time….
We actually are a primarily english-speaking website! Honest! ;)
Ich habe jetzt drei Lettern von Empfehlung. Bald muss ich meine Anwendung ausfüllen. Jedoch, ich weiße nicht meine GRE Kerbe.
Dieser Nachmittag haben wir ein Geburstag Party. Es soll sehr spaß ist. Wir will sehen.
Ich denke, ich will ein tägliches deutsches Journal schreiben. Hoffentlich will es meinen Deutsch verbessern.
Tag muss ich Vivian zu ihre Uni fahren. Dann, Battlestar. Huzzah!
I’m deep.
No, seriously. I was just mentally revising the Church of Graeme doctrines for the first time in awhile.
Deep, baby.
Actually, I’m still stunned by the one thing that has ever happened to me that has left me unbalanced for more than, say, a month*. Stupid grad school. Relationships with friends, family, and girls are easy to separate myself from and deal with (although sometimes the modifier eventually should be added to clarify the statement), because I can always fall back on the one thing that I’ve had my entire life, my mind. I may not be the greatest at math, but I can attack the social sciences like few others, and I have achieved a large degree of control over my physical urges and emotions, sometimes through hard practice.
Can I immolate myself? No. But I’m cool under pressure and I deal well when presented with a crisis.
But this scenario is questioning my intelligence, or at least my academic value. None of the worst emotional crisises I’ve faced* in the past have managed to undermine my control like that. Those were over the top assaults; overwhelming but not sublimely destructive. This is a unique experience, and one I’m only slowly dealing with as I clear one hurtle after another, knowing there’s always a chance I’ll trip on the next one.
*(See entry: Ryann Frye, Rebecca Traylor; year 2001.)
Well, it looks like the staff writer news poster is broken. But the writer features apparently work!
Created this very day for my Fiction Writing class.
On a lighter note: the new Chinese place here in Jasper is so good I think I gave birth to Kelley’s triplets.
To quote someone on an online forum I frequent:
“How long did it take for the US congress to re-convene in order to vote for Terri Schiavo?
How long did it take for them to make it back to Washington to decide how to help from a national fucking disaster? Why on Earth did we not see a Congressional aid bill passed until FUCKING THURSDAY?
I’ve been mad at our government for quite a while. I’m no fan of Iraq. I don’t particularly like our President. I don’t care for a lot of the things that our government does. But this is the last goddamned straw. My hands are quite literally shaking with rage over what a clusterfuck this situation has become. My only comfort lies in the fact that others seem to be feeling the way I do.”
Estimates of 40,000 dead, and it took five days for even basic help to arrive. And it’s still not enough.
Let’s impeach the fucking president.
