ahem.

FUNNY HOW THINGS CHANGE OVERNIGHT.

(i suppose this is more of a venting site for me b/c it's not so publicly advertised and i don't like boring people with my problems but...)

funny how your parents act the way they do towards each other
funny how your car dies, again
funny how your friends don't come right out and say it
funny how you get sick, again
(and that's just a taste!)

i tell ya, lots of funny things in this present situation.
y'know, though, i like experiencing bad problems, because getting over something is such a grand feeling. i mean truly not giving a shit about it anymore. yeah, it's awesome. i'm not being sarcastic.

i feel a lot better when i write things down-not talking verbally about it-but writing. i don't know; seems official.

AM I JUST ANOTHER CRAZY $OULLL?
no.

college apps are done. thank goodness.
i'm starting to write my fountainhead scholarship essay. i have the first paragraph done. i have until april to complete it.
i could care less what people say; that book is fucking amazing, even if ayn rand writes of her philosophies with such tenacity.

Perhaps one of literature’s most unconventional, yet
excruciatingly poised love stories lies within the raw relationship between a
minimalist and a woman beyond her years. Composed in such cutthroat manners
leads to the magnitude of this relationship, possibly contributing the most
cohesive addition to Ayn Rand’s philosophy in regards to mankind’s ego.
Soaring through every emotion and contemplation known to the human mind and
soul, The Fountainhead demonstrates the life of a man in which all should
conceive as if their own was based on said ego. And what is a more
bittersweet donation to human psyche than the fragile concept concerning matters of the heart? The weakness in all of us surfaces once love is introduced;
it is implausible exactly how much power the heart holds over even the most
adamant of theorists, thus exemplified through the actions of our two lovers—the
avant-garde love account of Howard Roark and Dominique Francon.
Ayn Rand wastes not a single word; every bit of dialogue (which is of the utmost catty and eloquent wit) contains substance; every deed and/or exploit contains
intentions greater than what may meet the eye, as shown through Dominique’s
peculiar approach on

that's all i GOT thus far. not too shabby if i do say so myself. but it's very rough. VERY rough. still "high school" quality writing; won't settle for that.
won't settle for anything.

GOD BLESS US ALL.