"we are motionless"

Twenty five Days Later

I swear every time I open a blog post I am tempted to begin it with, "Ah, how fast time flies". It's a terrible cycle. Every night I get home wondering where my day went and what I accomplished. Sadly, I can't say my time goes anywhere useful. In just five weeks or so my first semester at school will come to an end and I'll be back on a plane heading towards Colorado. "Ah, how fast time flies".

These past twenty five days have been the same-old, same-old to say the least. Same pointless classes, dull work and strict aunt'n'uncle. People are still drama drama and friends are still the love.

Oh life.

One day I will conquer you.

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05 November 2010 8:28:00 AM


"this time is ours"
"Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things."



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