Friday, March 27, 2009


"When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar." -William Faulkner

I'd like to say that explains why I sometimes forget to eat, but I think it's only part of the reason. When I'm on a roll--writing, reading, etc.--I don't want to interrupt it by petty things such as food! As ridiculous of a reason as that may be, I think it adequately describes my workaholic tendencies. But I might as well work hard now while I can, I think.

My second year of college is almost over, and more and more I've been thinking about life after school. I'm not sure where I'll end up or what will happen when I end up there. "The dream" was always to move to New York and dive into life there, but often times that's something that only works in movies and TV. I don't think I want to stay in Southern California unless I have a damn good reason to. As much as I love home, I don't think I could move back there either.

I know it's "the future" and I shouldn't worry about it now, but before I know it I'm sure it'll creep up and I don't want to be caught off guard. --And of course as I type that sentence I think about Philosophy class and everything it taught me. It's an odd place to be at and I'm not sure quite where to go from here. I feel like I need my sisters because they always know what to say.

Ah, life. "Where do we go from here?"

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