Wow, I'm SERIOUSLY almost done. I took all my take-home finals. I just need to revise my Buddhism paper tonite, and that's it. And I'm moving all my stuff this Thur. I am going to go beg for boxes from the Kroger across the street from my apt tonite. Then I'm off to San Antonio on Friday. I want to spend at least a quality day with Jenny before her graduation on Sat. Then I'm coming back and leaving for Korea on Monday. I feel like a grown-up with a busy schedule.

I killed two big-ass roaches last nite. It was so disgusting. I had to keep spraying raid onto them. They hopped out while I was taking out the trash. I'm so glad I'm moving soon!  

Feel like so many ppl are going away. Tommy for good, and Becky for a lil bit at least. For me too, this week is crucial. I hope to find out certain things in a day or two. It might come down to now or never. I don't know. People can be quite heartless. It's kind of scary.     

The pic's have nothing to do with my entry, but oh well... Enjoy!

I feel like an ugly duckling. Why am I here? I keep asking myself the same question. "I wanna be beautiful. Make you stand in awe ..."

My goal tonite is to finish my Buddhism paper as well as my phil paper. I haven't even started my phil paper, but I think I have a pretty good idea about my topic. So hopefully, it'll be a piece of cake. I just had a bacon classic with a biggie-sized french fries from Wendy's. I am so full I can't think.

Music in general is so misleading, it seems. The world appears to be such a beautiful place when I'm listening to certain songs. But once the songs end, I'm left with an even bigger hole in my heart. I sigh and realize I'm back in this world, where I feel sober and things are sobering. I don't like waking up to feel like I've just been stranded in a dreary place. Oh trees, flowers, and even the sky are as beautiful in this place as anywhere else. Yet they don't smell of life. They are like pretty dolls with a fixed, artificial smile.

Yes, he is my dog. The striking difference between the hairy and hairless Happy. Anyways, he is a hot beast.  

²É (Flower)                                                             - ±èÃá¼ö

³»°¡ ±×ÀÇ À̸§À» ºÒ·¯ÁÖ±â Àü¿¡´Â/ ±×´Â ´Ù¸¸/ ÇϳªÀÇ ¸öÁþ¿¡ Áö³ªÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù. (Before I called his name, he was merely a motion.)

³»°¡ ±×ÀÇ À̸§À» ºÒ·¯ ÁÖ¾úÀ» ¶§/ ±×´Â ³ª¿¡°Ô·Î ¿Í¼­/ ²ÉÀÌ µÇ¾ú´Ù. (When I called his name, he came to me and became a flower.)

³»°¡ ±×ÀÇ À̸§À» ºÒ·¯ ÁØ °Íó·³/ ³ªÀÇ ÀÌ ºû±ò°ú Çâ±â¿¡ ¾Ë¸Â´Â/ ´©°¡ ³ªÀÇ À̸§À» ºÒ·¯ ´Ù¿À./ ±×¿¡°Ô·Î °¡¼­ ³ªµµ/ ±×ÀÇ ²ÉÀÌ µÇ°í ½Í´Ù. (Like I called his name, according to my hue and fragrance, someone please call my name. I want to become a flower for him.)

¿ì¸®µéÀº ¸ðµÎ/ ¹«¾ùÀÌ µÇ°í ½Í´Ù./ ³ª´Â ³Ê¿¡°Ô ³Ê´Â ³ª¿¡°Ô/ ÀØÇôÁöÁö ¾Ê´Â ÇϳªÀÇ ´«ÁþÀÌ µÇ°í ½Í´Ù. (We all want to be something, an unforgettable glance/wink (not clear which is the right translation).)

Why is it so hard to like anyone? Why am I such a misanthrope? I'm so impatient, irritable, and unreasonably demanding with ppl. I'm really not looking for responses like, "No, you are a nice person" at all. I know myself. I feel like I have a poison running through my blood. I need to rid myself of it.