I’m an extremely introspective person by nature. I tend to think too much and when I think, I write. It’s the only way, really, that I can sort things out. It’s entirely likely that you’ll find the bulk of the articles in this category. Obviously, writing about myself is one of the easiest things I can do.
This post is a little late, but I’ve been trying to decide the best angle to approach it from, what specific facet of this major event I wanted to discuss. I’m still not sure, to be entirely honest. But let’s lay it all on the table now before I ramble myself into a hole: I’m engaged. Last weekend Randy and I went up to Bellingham to check out some potential wedding venues. Saturday, between two venues and while looking for crabs at a waterfront park, Randy hid the ring beneath one, and after flipping it over on the pretense of looking for crabs, seeing two and asking, “Why did you have me flip this rock over,” then looking once more to see the ring as he moved to his knee, I found my jaw agape.
Read more of this article.After 467 days of no school, on Monday, I made my return. It’s weird really. There was no real anxiety involved, no worry, just… another thing to add to my schedule. Okay, so I take it back. There was anxiety, anxiety over how the hell I’m going to manage 15 credits, working full time and maintaining a functional social life to be exact. I went on an organizational rampage. My dream web application idea was born, in fact, from this little bit of anxiety. So how am I managing?
Read more of this article.I try not to think about my age much. Whenever I stop and think about the fact that I’m only 19, well, I guess the only “emotion” I can attribute to it is disappointment. I don’t feel 19, I don’t know how old I feel. Part of the issue is that I’ve always felt at least somewhat older than both other people my age and the “adult” world’s perception of people my age. In my current condition (read: career job, going back to school knowing exactly what I want, being at peace with who I am, seeing marriage in my short-term future), I feel leagues older than what American culture seems to think a 19 year old should be. This cultural perception frustrates me.
Read more of this article.You may or may not have noticed, but each personal article I post uses a lyric from a song for the title. That song is usually what I’ve been listening to on a loop while writing the article. (You will find the song title and the artist listed in the tags.) Thus, every few months I am going to release a soundtrack and link to past soundtracks as well, in case you’re remotely interested in the aggregate. I don’t know and can’t guarantee that they’ll flow well, but I think it’s interesting none the less. They’re songs that I have identified with enough to inspire a post and that means something, doesn’t it?
Read more of this article.The beginning of spring and the end of summer in Washington always manage to remind me of my childhood in Florida. Something about the lighting, the pattern of sun and rain, some indescribable feeling of the months of May and August always seem to make me nostalgic for the backdrop of the first eight years of my life. Most of the time you’ll hear me say that the only thing I miss about Florida is the thunderstorms. But that’s not true. I miss the road trips. I miss the lazy heat-bathed days. I miss pre-hurricane season when I would prepare my closet to be a hurricane shelter and invariably make my mom mad months later when I had forgotten about it and cockroaches began to swarm.
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