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The World of Tomorrow

It's a whole mess of scary, exciting, and brokeness on the horizon as I realized that I graduate in December. Real life, rather than this silly college variant, is just around the bend and I still don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing. If I do go back for my master's, I need a year-off from school to cool down. Period. After 18 straight years of school, I could use a definite break.

The thought of moving away and chasing after something I want to do is frightening, dashes my hopes, and leaves me thinking I'm not good enough at whatever it is I want to do, be it writing, music, or acting.

..but that fear means I really want to do it, so that's a start. Ideally, that drive will be enough for me to overcome said fear if that's the case.

...or I could crash in a flaming-fucking-wreck, but at least it'll be a fun ride down.

Minority

I, too, enjoy a taco.

Girl Scouts

To any of you who read this, give me input; too far? If so, fantastic.

Pikafessor

If this would work, it would already be happening.

Caba-great!

"Presentation is half the battle... and, my dear, I specialize in massacres."

After completing my senior thesis on National Socialism Propaganda and its public sentiment during the era, I decided to tackle another decidedly German topic for what may quite possibly be my final 10 page college paper ever: German cabaret under the Nazi regime. It should be an entertaining deviation from other individuals' paper topics. I'm hoping to win the most sextastically-political essay award... should KU invent such a thing within the next few weeks.

To my artistic side; please be patient with me until I've finished this final scholarly work. I promise I'll pick you back up and make use of the microphone I bought specifically for you. I'll take you more inspirational places once the semester's over, too.

To Colorado; my ass is visiting whether you like it or not, along with the rest of me. See above.

Pints

Life seeks balance. Blood donors would know this.

Blood Money

Fact: Donating blood/plasma makes one more awesome.

Donating Blood Isn't For Everyone...

For all you survival-horror gamers...

20 Million Kids are Eaten by Bats Every Second.

No matter how long is given for emotional wounds to heal, they'll always have their scar; that little, pesky reminder of the pain that was once there. More often than not though, that pain hasn't become a scar yet. It's nothing but a scab of a wound that's easily torn back open. After it's open, you do your damnedest to get it to heal right the next time. Enough analogy, though, because now it's starting to sound like an emo kid ranting with a razor.

I think I can feel my life force (my Chi, if you will) draining through my feet to the ground. Kansas is trying to devour me with its blahness.

Catharsis is a good word. I'm searching for mine.

Peligro!

I swear, this has to have happened somewhere at least once.