harmonissis

uh, hey.. Ever have those days when you think, "what the heck do I even have going for me?" Well, 3'-- am confession time, I can't get away from that line. Glances in the mirror remind us [or i guess i'll speak for myself] that I am the embodiment of that thought. That string of words creates a meaning that hangs like some aged wooden sign at the back of my skull. It's always there, and when I shake my head around to try to get the creative juices flowing, it swings through that hollow cranial cavity and hits me right in the temples. I don't even know what I'm here to say, anymore. Basically I'm burnt out. I hate to sound like a hypoch

When I was a kid, i would take those dollar store hawaiian leis you got at birthday parties, unthread them into streamers, and hang those colourful plastic streamers all over my room to make seperate 'rooms' and 'chambers'. :) They encircled different little segments of my room, all specificly chosen colours that supposedly reflected what I did there, what I imagined i did there, what adventures or senerios would only go down within the 'green chamber'. Come to think of it, i spent a lot of time in my room even back then, although I'm sure the volumes of time i spent in there then could never surpass the time that I do nowadays. My point

I'm kind of torn right now. In more ways then one. Mostly because I'm in my last year of highschool and am supposed to be applying to Universities in about 2 months. Issue, I'm kind of stuck as to what I want to major in. a) B.A. in Journalism (major) or a B.Jour. wtih a minor and/or specialization in criminology or pychology or libral arts or something. I lovelovelove to write and hey you get to meet cool people go cool places and write about cool stuff!! Plus not gonna lie I <3 Libral Arts. b) B.A. in Social work with Sociology (double major) and a minor in pych. I don't know what it is with me, but there's a huge part of me that has a