Love, Life, and the Pursuit of Warmer Days

The end is near, but this is a good end, like the end to a prison sentence, or your Aunt Martha’s story about her colonoscopy that she has told for the last six Thanksgivings.
I finally have an adviser at school who will help me tidy the last few straggling ends of my college career together in the form of a bachelors degree.   Professor Schlagheck (try saying her last name, you’ll lose too) is willing to step up to the plate for me and push down the right set of stairs.  Hopefully, everything is in order – at least it is from my end.  Again, I hope. 
Oh, and Malory is good. Currently she is sitting on my couch eating popcorn.

I’ll Call Her Malory

Everything seems to be falling into place.  Granted, falling seems quite dramatic to describe a life of serenity.

I read somewhere that “love takes hostages.”  It’s true.  Once it grabs you, blindfolds you from the world around you; the ransom is your heart.  But this is America and America doesn’t negotiate with terrorists.  Love is a risk.  It’s like telling a stranger what’s your kryptonite; it’s deadly.

But life is never without risk, never without doubt, and fear.  If life was forever happy, then it would be boring.  Even though the bad sucks, it puts life into context and context helps us appreciate simply living.

Good night Malory, sweet dreams.

Early Morning Post

It’s late.   Well, by late I mean early, like 1:58 am kind of early.  I’ve got homework that I have no desire to dive into, especially after just getting caught up Thursday afternoon.  Granted, a small break every now and then doesn’t do much harm. 

The semester is making me realize my strong distaste for all things scholarly or literary.  Honestly scholarly pieces of work are written by people who are unable to function in society; hence they create a job for themselves that does nothing to advance human culture, yet instead hinders the learning abilities of college students. 

Anyways, it’s getting late-er, or early-er, or maybe it’s just time for bed.

Better, Best, Bestest

Better?  Yes.

Best? No, but getting there.

The professors at school are less than stellar…more a long the lines of lackluster – to be completely honest.   This is something that is making my life not necessarily difficult, but a major nuisance nonetheless.

A professorial headache?


There is work tomorrow, followed by homework.  Just another usual day.  Agent K 😀

Negligence – I’m Sorry

I am looking back at my last post…February 13, 2010, and just realized how little I have been on here, and how much has changed.  
I don’t know where to start…how about a restart?
These last few weeks have been rough.  Emotionally drained only scrapes the surface of how my life has been lately.  Friends have said I have been moody, and I have noticed as well.  I have felt lonely – empty, frozen in time, as a sense of loneliness creeps up my spine and nests in my mind, spinning a web of confusion.  
I am feeling better though.  It has just been a very exciting (hectic/confusing?) couple of months for me as I look back on all that has happened.  
Ahead are blue skies, or at least warmer ones, and I am more optimistic about what lies ahead than I have in weeks, or even months.  

Also, it’s less than four months before the Pony is back out on the road, and that, my friend, is more than enough to look forward too…o, and Agent K 😀