Wednesday, September 29, 2010

got my head in the clouds

Wow. If blogging were a class, I'd fail. I suck at this thing. Mainly due to my lack of updating because I am just writing this to myself and I already know what's going on in my life.


In a cloud, flying from Paris back to the U.S.

However, sometimes things can get hazy. I often find myself forgetting little things. Is this due to amnesia or ADD or just a bad memory? I talk to someone and ask them a question and they said, "You asked me that already." It's not as though I forget something that just happened, but if if the memory is weeks old, my brain forgets it.


The clouds and one of many beautiful churches in Budapest.

My brain is a sponge, but just like a sponge, once it gets so full of water, the water just kinda drips out until it isn't so concentrated. There are so many things a person must know, so many memories, formulas, dates, birthdays, phone numbers, facts, people, names, assignments, duties...


I promise the clouds in Europe are more beautiful than the ones here.

I guess my brain just kind of wipes out what it deems unimportant. Sometimes I don't think it does such a good job knowing what it should forget. For instance, I just had my first test and my brain thinks I don't need to know who John Milton and James Franklin are anymore. Meanwhile, I can tell you the middle names of all my friends.


Above Vienna.

Some friends' middle names, in ABC order:
Brittany
Christian
Christine
Colette
Dominic
Elise
Joseph
Kristopher
Louis
Marie
Marie
Marie
Marie
Olga
Pennington
Robert
Weston

Monday, September 6, 2010

Week 3

Yet another long gap between posts. You see, I am still trying to see if this whole blogging thing is for me. I am not sure how I feel about anyone and their mother reading about my life (that's obviously why I don't reveal all). Or...maybe nobody is looking at this and in the end, I am writing to myself. How sad.

Starting week 3 of my 3rd year of university. Um, excuse me...last time I checked, I was 10 years old. Where did my life go? Was I asleep? Did somebody live my life in my body; was I just recently switched back?


View of campus. Taken August 21, 2008, before I even went to college.