  this is a synapsis of my life right now, in letter form. better than a post i would make right now. "wow so as long as we are sharing interesting facts about whales.. were you aware that an adult blue whale ejaculates 600 gallons of sperm at a time? and of that 600 gallons, only 60 make it to its mate, releasing 540 gallons into the ocean. that certainly explains a lot... and i think i will let it go at that. uhh yeah. anyway don't let yourself get into some heinous funk over there... you'll find your people. that's the way it works. whether you're looking or not, you always meet the people you're supposed to meet. that's the way life works. fucked, i know. anyway whether you believe that or not, don't worry about it.
you're destined to find all kinds of people that are feeling the exact same way. it's inevitable. so i am in no way surprised about what's going on with breanna. it happens. i am sure you intended things to work out, i dunno, efficiently, but of course things don't work out the way you intend. no, i am not being mean- just saw this one coming... as did you, really. something tells me she may be as evasive as possible when it comes to serious conversation.
you have to be on your toes with people like that... it always tends to feel like there are ulterior motives or hidden agendas. anyway as long as you remember what i said about the whole car accident analogy you'll be all right. :) just find yourself a nice european piece or something.. odds are it will be for the better. (i know, easier said that done.
still. ) good quote though. i may have to write that one down. so i hate school, although i actually enjoy most of my classes this semester. (magic, witchcraft and religion; race, class, ethnicity and the media; visual literacy; PR campaigns (blah); sex and gender; and history 'o' pop culture 1900-. i will graduate someday, i promise. so the daily this semester isn't running very well. A&E is totally understaffed, but aaron and megan arn't doing a bad job. (p.s. there is a freshman girl from iowa state in paris right now with the new season of the real world.
details in the daily to come. Interesting. ) i do have class with megan though, so maybe she will discover i am not quite as intimidating as she would like to believe. aaaaanyway the past few weeks have been generally good. i haven't been questioning every last goddamn aspect of everything... well at least as drastically... that's good.
:) seems i try to find a way to look at things from an objective angle and the conclusions are always the same, and then my mind gets bored and i move on because even if the answers do not lie there, at least i know that is what i'm supposed to be concentrating on. (run on sentence what? ) the moral of the story: playing along is redeeming sometimes. so i haven't spoken to michael for a couple weeks... and the time that i did was only because his drunk ass likes to call in the middle of the night and assess what went wrong between us. sure, i still talk to him via aol cuz we were pretty close afterall.. i'm a nice girl, but i'm pretty proud of myself on this one. :) woo. you're babies are fine.... i don't know how they are going to last the winter near our not-so-insulated windows. but yeah, i'll do what i can. amber and leah are good... i'm not going to go into the "it's all about me mentality" tangent that's been plaguing the apartment.... but i am sure you follow.
i have not seen nate at all.... i saw josh again the other night... i was on welch with jon and he was having a smoke outside jimmy johns yelling at me. i think in some weird way he misses you. good story. i guess i saw him yesterday on my way to work as well, he was with his folks loading "some new stuff" into the apartment. yeah that's all i know. listen to emo. you'll feel better. like bright eyes. it's the shit, huh?
"And we'll keep working on the problem/ We know we'll never solve/ Of love's uneven remainders/ Our lives are fractions of a whole/ But if the world could remain within a frame/ Like a painting on a wall/ Then I think we'd see the beauty then/ We'd stand staring in awe/ At our still lives posed/ Like a bowl of oranges/ Like a story told/ By the fault-lines and the soil" that happens to be my song og the day. you'll learn to love it. ok ten minutes wasted from lab time, score. anyway ill see ya later k aka yeah just k ps whats the time difference between here and there? " okok a lot of that means nothing out of context, but i dont want to type any more. 
