Jan 6, 2009

So, i had a disturbing conversation today. One of the Juniors in my Sociology began a rant about population control. We were talking about childhood diseases ... physical and mental, but terminal (or severely handicapping). Horrible things. Cancer, retardation, failed organs, miscarriages. Things that no one would ever wish on a parent or child. 

But the boy look at these things in a completely unemotional fashion. He saw this as the purest form of population control. Now, my Sociology teacher has two children. One is 7 the other is 3 or so. She was obviously and understandably disgusted. And so was I, at first. 

While these diseases/disorders are terrible and damaging (to the children and parents) I understand what he was saying. Without them, the world would be maybe double the size it is now. And lets face it, we're running out of space. 

Anyways, just thought it was an interesting topic. 

Jan 3, 2009

My Home ... Eventually.

^Central Park^


^Hudson St. - Greenwich Village^

        ^Midtown view from Queens^


Have you see me lately?

Seems to me that everyone has their act together. Or at least is in the process. All of my friends that graduated last year love their colleges and are picking majors and meeting new people. MK is studying to teach English in French speaking African countries. Laura knew from the time she popped outta Donna's womb that she would be majoring in journalism. People left and right are being accepted to colleges. Dad loves his new law firm, Mom enjoys working (almost as much as I enjoy her working) Rebecca is falling into the lull of freshman year.

But where am I? Almost more lost than ever. That's where. I am honestly, for the first time in a while, struggling in school. Who told me that senior year was easy ... because they lied. I'm not sure that it is the work thats difficult but more my lack of motivation? or my quite  impressive ability to procrastinate every single damn thing (Something that must be handled before I graduate and be come a big kid) Don't misunderstand. Its not like a depression commercial. You know the ones; "Depression hurts but (pick your drug) can help!" I am just so ready to leave. To be somewhere new and exciting. Somewhere my insomnia can thrive. 

I am afraid at this rate I will end up as a nanny or ... a personal shopper. Because spending money is one thing I can handle. But really. Imma pull my shit together. Forreal. Prolly end up at Belmont or Millsaps. Major in something awesome. Move to NYC or Boston. Live. really really live.