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| Friends,
It is only with some sadness that I announce this news. I will henceforth be abandoning this weblog. The Xanga format is proving too constricting. I have set up an account at http://infocalypse.blogspot.com feel free to drop by and visit any time. I also have a new e-mail account, so send me a "comment" if you want it. Thank you.
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| Hello friends,
As promised, I am posting more. I know that these entries are valued more for their regularity and quality, as opposed to sheer volume, so I'll try to keep it fun and updated in the months ahead. That said, I am sitting in my new home, once again under the roof of my parents. While I knew that this was going to happen, there are still many surprises and new sensaions for me here. It's odd encountering my habits and the habits of my mother (Dad hasn't gotten back from Chi-town yet) from a non-adolescent point of view. I'm starting to get over a step-and-fetch-it mentality with regards to my my mom, and she is letting me live my own life. Without too many anciliary complications, this should be fabulous for both of us. As I said, my father isn't here yet, but I don't forsee and trouble on that front either. The prospect of actually being able to get into grad school is kind of exciting, so I'll be hopping on that next week.
My house has more greenery around it than I ever saw in Wyoming (except for the botany conservatory). Trains, planes, and automobiles pass by in abundance, but they don't make as much noise as I was afraid that they would. Everyone here is really nice and that makes me happy. The only thing that makes me sad is that sometimes I want to go over to someone's house, but that someone doesn't live in the same town anymore. Soon I'll be making new friends and all, but until that happens, it's easy to think about all the friends I can't see anymore, and I just get a little sad.
Thanks for letting me vent a little. It's hard to talk about how you feel when there's no one to talk to. Take care. And a lot of love.
Kit
P.S. My address is
1774 Virginia Ave. Apt 1
College Park, GA 30337 | | |
| Hello friends,
Honesty, of late, has been occupying my thoughts. I do not speak of truthfulness, that foundation of all human virtues. Rather, it's the ability to know one's self and convey that faithfully to others. I unwittingly angered a homeless woman in Chicago by attempting to be honest about my feelings. Well, I'll think about that stuff and let you all know what kinds of pithy platitudinal conclusions that I come to.
I graduated. I have a bachelors degree in Physics. What this means is that I need to get into grad school or face loan payback time. Let's just say that I'd rather get back into grad school than capitalize on my enormously increased earning potential. So, I'm headed down to Atlanta to live with my parents for a summer. I did feel pretty good about brokering an agreement between my parents for a plan to alter the generation of revenues for our newly reformed household. All this in the car, on the way to chicago.
I have left my friends behind in Laramie. I have done that which is necessary for the continuing viability of my life. My friend Ben will need to send me some of the stuff that I left behind as well (cds, my bass, etc.) I should also note that I got a 640 (46%) on the GRE. Not stellar, but worth the congratulations of my peers, and that was nice. I have at least a 3.5 GPA, which is good too.
Sorry, a lot of that was written with the TV on. I'm at a friends's house and, being unaccustomed to the flashing lights and strident noise, I was easily distracted. This has not turned out to be a good post so far. Let me summarize. I love and miss all those friends who I left behind, those who I bade farewell, and those with whom I had not the opportunity to do so. Rachel has provided me with sage wisdom and advice during my time in Wyoming (not to mention a fabulous hat and pair of gloves). Julia has given me the bounty of her time and a shining example of the fruits of being truthful to one's self (not to mention a breathtakingly beautiful painting). Ben has, quite possibly, been one of the best friends I could ever hope to have (and this gorgeous fob chain). Mark has redefined not only how I percieve Catholisim, but the entirety of christianity (and given me an expansive amount of great clothing). Brittany is a model for radiant acquiesence and the perseverance in the face of adversity (and entrancing drawing). Corley, Tessa, Gina, Abra, Mandy, Clay, and others forgive me. I could expound for pages more, but I must stop. As it hath been written, "The tablet is ended, but the theme is unexhausted."
Your friend,
Kit | | |
| Hey there,
Avast! All that I have keyed here, I have stricken from my sight. Friends, as you deserve only the highest consideration and the finest literary style, I shall write anew this timely notice.
Know that I have completed my Graduate Record Examination Physics Subject Test. Indeed, my anxiety was such that, the night prior, I lay awake, dreading monumentous task at hand. Only two meager hours of sleep were granted to me before I was wakened by the screeching of the clock radio. I made my self ready, and departed for the testing center. Surely there was no one more prepared than I for such a test. I had with me no less than twelve sharpened pencils and three trusty erasers. Numerous circles would fall into darkness beneath the inky graphite onslaught.
As the test wore on, I did not falter. I did not fail. No warrior though, was I. Instead, I was ever the skillful combat chirugon; I sifted through the unsolved difficulties, seeking out those that I could save, discarding those far gone, and applying the proper remedy to those who required little care. Carefully matching my progress against the measured procession of time, I returned to those left behind and applied my faculties to their speedy resolution.
When our allotted time expired, I had marked answers for approximately sixty questions out of one hundred. If I am to get two thirds of these correct, I can hope for a score that will place me on equal footing with the rest of collegues enduring the same trial.
That said, I bought a nice bike and an expensive pair of shoes as afterwards as a reward. The bike is a Raleigh M50 and the shoes are Merrell Sprinters. I am writing my first peice of college fiction. I have tons of homework. I have some pretty good ideas on how to get into a nice job. Ok. That's about it. Thanks, you guys have been a great audience! Good night!
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| I added "music." I hope you like, yes?
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