I don't care what anyone says. This is by far THE WORST semester ever.
Consider me on break from the blog (as if I haven't been lately) for a while. There has been too much chaos and, instead of posting impetuously, I need time to relax, focus, and breathe.
I fly back home to Germany in a few days and it will be a welcome change of scenery. I'll post again soon, probably when I'm in Germany; after I've had time with my family and time to myself.
Only a few more days...
Sunday, December 10, 2006
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Tuesday, December 05, 2006
As this tiring and tumultuous semester shortly draws to a close, I'm reminded of all the blessings in my life. I don't mean to be cheesy or affected in my sentiment, but I truly am thankful for all the support I have had this semester. I'm not sure why, but, for whatever reason, this semester has been a true test of my strength, endurance, and control. This semester made me twist and turn, it made me bend. It did not, however, break me.
If there is one thing I've learned from this semester more than anything else it is that, with support, I can struggle through anything. I have many to thank this semester, and, because I'm not a myspace whore, I will not disclose names. Still, I can't stress it enough. If it wasn't for your warmth; your little reminders in my inbox, mailbox, and cellphone; the late night talking; the silly nights we drank instead of sitting at home alone; your faith in me; and your understanding and concern, I would be a total wreck this semester. I have you to thank. You know who you are and I am ever-thankful for everything you have done and continue to do.
Thank you.
If there is one thing I've learned from this semester more than anything else it is that, with support, I can struggle through anything. I have many to thank this semester, and, because I'm not a myspace whore, I will not disclose names. Still, I can't stress it enough. If it wasn't for your warmth; your little reminders in my inbox, mailbox, and cellphone; the late night talking; the silly nights we drank instead of sitting at home alone; your faith in me; and your understanding and concern, I would be a total wreck this semester. I have you to thank. You know who you are and I am ever-thankful for everything you have done and continue to do.
Thank you.
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Friday, December 01, 2006
I can't speak
though the dialogue between us
sits
typed and untouched
on the broken typewriter
in the back of my mind.
As you await a response
and I stumble over mountains
of "uhm's,"
and streams
of "ok's" and "un huh's"
I know what I could say,
though I deny,
because I already know the scene
and your reply.
If I say the words I'm thinking,
if I utter the symbols transcribed
of black ink and faulty structure
fragmented from beginning
to end
on this fragile sheet,
will you even feel?
But I already know
that there is no line
nor word
that I could say
that would make it
real.
The paper is torn,
thrown aside.
Trashed
with the rest;
the mound of thoughts
laid to waste
in the corner of my mind.
As I say "goodnight,"
I feel it as
"goodbye."
And I find,
as I tour my mind,
I'll be lost here,
at this point,
forever,
every time.
** Please do not copy or reproduce this original work. **
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