^_^ The bucket List

I am currently forming a bucket list of sorts. It is not a list of goals, per say. Nor is it a list of activities. Or a list of places to travel. It is a list of books I must read before I die, preferably before I graduate college. I'm trying to keep the ever growing list short, by reading books almost as quickly as I add them to the list. These are not books I necessarily want to read for pleasure, but books I feel I should read in order to become a better more complete person. And while trying to check out books for my ongoing quest it is with great sorrow that I must report that the UNH library does not have a copy of "One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest", "Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure", The Catholic Bible, The Qur'an, or "Lolita." I plan on, however reading at least four if not all of these books before Christmas vacation. If anyone has any suggestions of books I should add to my bucket list feel free to let me know. This is a quest! And a quest must constantly have new challenges and things to read (at least in this kind of quest).

over and out.

-A.K.

P.S. Do NOT suggest the Silmarillion by Tolkien. I will not read that bloody thing. I would prefer to read the dictionary.

^_^ <--actually my mood! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON

So I'm sitting in my dorm room, trying to borrow as little trouble as possible and I just can't stop smiling. I have some homework to do, some advil to take, and a little bit of cleaning to do... but right now. I feel so ungodly happy I can't even explain it. Its weird. Its not a "oh I'm so in love and the world is a romantic poem" kind of happy. Its a, "I have someone who listens to me, but also talks! And we can talk until 5am and wake up at 11am and continue talking. And we can sit next to each other perfectly content to read books next to each other because we both like to read... =).

Okay, I'm a gonna change topics before mass vomiting from all yall ensues.

I think I may have finally figured out what I want for a tattoo. Its a very detailed treble clef surrounded by roses. (Found on deviant art) I just don't know WHERE I want it. I also want to customize it to me a little bit more, since it is someone else's artwork. And because Roses aren't really that much of my thing, though I do think they are very pretty. I also don't know whether it would be best in black and white or in color. The original drawing is done all in shades of brown, which I guess is a decent option too. I'm also still considering the grey scale or autumn colored feather behind my right ear.

So I guess. Though a lot has changed this week. At the same time, nothing has changed that drastically. I'm just a hell of a lot happier. I'm a lot more comfortable with myself. And for the first time, I think I'm finally feeling the groove of college and what its supposed to be.

! See you in the fall. Hehe.

I need to write this down before I forget the exact logistics of it.
I usually trip getting out of my chair but this was especially talented.

Let me start off by describing exactly how much I hate these chairs. They're large and unnecessarily bulky and barely fit under the desks and rock back awkwardly at just the wrong angle for my height and they pretty much just suck. Let's leave it at that.

Instead of pushing my chair out when I go to stand up I usually just rock backwards and get out with an awkward sort of signature hopping maneuver, which is easier than pushing up the rug behind my chair and noisily scraping some space to get out.

The hopping thing works pretty well on its own, and actually really started getting interesting with the addition of the multiple wires coming from my computer. Now I had something to actually hop over. Life was pretty good. I trip pretty regularly but that's just kind of the process.

At around 2:30 in the morning today I leaned my dumbass chair back, hopped out, tripped over my headphone and charger cords, hopped again to regain balance, landed near the back of the chair, got my foot caught and fell on my ass.

Two words: Harvard educated.

MP

PS: This is my fifteenth fucking year of dance.

^_^ And sometimes...

You regret everything. And your heart aches. And all you want is what you had. Wish me luck, my fellow no lifers. I need to figure this shit out on my own.

^_^ Sometimes

Sometimes. You have to let go of what you think will make you happy and take a chance. And sometimes that chance balances you, protects you, and makes you ridiculously happy. I don't know where this will lead, but I'm taking a chance. And I think I might be falling harder than ever before. Wish me luck, my fellow no lifers.

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So... tonight is my first night back home since moving away to school over a month and at least a week ago. Crazy how fast time goes. Hope everyone else is doin alright :)

! The Catch

Last Saturday I had an idea about what I want to do after college that finally felt right, and this morning I was told, "No." You know how much I like that.

Anyways, chances are that I'm not going to be a doctor or go to med school or ever practice medicine. Still don't want to talk about it that much, but the thing that originally got me interested pretty much just wrecked my chances. Catch-22. It really is perfect sometimes.

I might study philosophy. It's just going to be harder to figure out where to go from here.

I'll put up more as I figure it out.

L

^_^ No Air

College is an amazing environment for learning, however I am finding it is a terrible environment for interpersonal relationships. Because you are literally LIVING where you eat, piss, and learn, people follow you... EVERYWHERE. All I want is a place where I can breathe. Sit down, and just breathe. Call my boyfriend on the phone. Read a book. Do my homework. Eat a slice of pizza. And be completely ALONE.