Detaching for a while

clearing my head.

Lately

Self-deception

I am really bad at taking my own advice, learning from my mistakes, and thinking before I act.

I wish that this awareness would promote change. The pathetic thing is that it can, but I refuse to acknowledge this fact.

Back in Austin. The drive back was wet and rainy but quick.



Thanksgiving break was relaxing. I love coming back home and seeing everyone again.



Home is always filled with delicious food, Kelly Clarkson singalongs, and this time home videos of my cuter and also my awkward years. Always fun times to relive.

I feel ready for my Calculus test, and I'm not behind in any of my classes. So generally I'm happy, but occasionally I'll get worked up. I'll clear things up soon.



Nathan got his hair cut. Giggle.

Worrying

about nothing?

Like a thousand tiny diamonds in the lights of Loving County

Yasmin and I got back from camping for two days in West Texas late last night. It was a strange adventure. In some ways, it was beautiful; in other ways, it was tragic. Although this sounds somewhat melodramatic for a camping trip on a mountain, I can't describe the experience more clearly. For now, here are some pictures of the trip (not taken by me):










I'll post a more elaborate post and the pictures that I took when I get them developed.

Nuking

Some easy mac.

nathan

Baby.

THREE

unfinished self portraits. I need a new subject.

Public Transportation.

I was at the bus stop today and I asked the bus driver which bus I should take to get back to campus. He tells me I'm at the wrong bus stop and to take bus 21.

I realize that I had just missed 21 so I go to sit and wait for it to come around again. A group of homeless guys wave at me from across the street. One crosses the street to talk to me. He tells me I'm the most beautiful thing he's seen in Austin and wonders if I model. We chat about school and football then he returns to his group of friends. He comes back and tells me that he forgot to show me his shirt, which says something along the lines of "Make your parents proud. Take drugs." I laugh politely. He returns to his friends. Meanwhile I've been whistled at, stared at, honked at. Another guy from the group of homeless men comes over and sits and asks me what my major is. We chat, I call Ashley. Forty five minutes pass and bus 21 finally comes.

I get on. I'm sitting on the bus for a while and look around. I am nowhere near campus. In fact, this place doesn't look familiar at all. Soon all of the signs, restaurants, and stores are in Spanish. I'm beginning to think I've gotten on the wrong bus. I figure maybe the bus will eventually loop around. Or at least I have to hope, because I just spent the dollar I borrowed from Ania for the bus and I have nothing else except for my phone, which is quickly running out of battery. Eventually I'm the only one on the bus and the electronic voice comes on the intercom saying "End of route." The bus stops, I get out and sit for a bit. Another bus comes up and asks me if I'm getting on. I ask him if he's going to campus. He says yes, and tells me to get in. I do. Two hours from when I had originally tried to leave, I arrive on campus.

And now I'm sitting in Yasmin's room ordering Thai food to be delivered.

Aye yi yi.

LOLZ ANGLEZ.

colder days, registration, tights.

I should have known

That where there is free food, there is Adrian.

I think

that I would feel much more happy and fulfilled if I was actually learning about stuff that I was interested in.

Determining "what I am actually interested in" seems to be a harder task than one would expect.

I don't really know what would feel right -- but I just know that this doesn't quite fit.

Back to the drawing board.

So now what?

I'm starting to get that restless feeling that I always get after a while.
I don't know if it's because school is so damn monotonous or if because my life is starting to feel that way.