I totally need a new Xanga entry.

Currently, I am reading a Stress Management For Dummies book and procrastinating on studying for my next four exams.  I can take the liberty of procrastination because I raped my Math 385 exam today.  I feel I am becoming ever-the-more screwed when it comes to academics, but fear not!  Xander will pull through.

So.

How is my life, you ask?

Well I’m glad you did.

My life is going swell, other than the threat of perceived school screwage in the aforementioned paragraph.  I would like to write some typical entry about how life is about living and etc etc etc, but you know that already.  And you know what – I am living.  I am studying when I should be sleeping and sleeping when I should be socializing (but how else are we supposed to live vicariously through dreams, hmm?).  I am buying strawberry sorbets at Late Nite (heaven!) and delicious peanut butter shakes at Moonstruck (expensive!).  I am caring little about Soxtober and being forced to watch Sex and the City (good) and Desperate Housewives (better).  I am setting up gorgeous lights outside my dorm room
which will be taken down in a month after building inspectors deem it a fire hazard; I am searching for apartments with three of my best high school friends.  Yes indeed, life is being lived.  And therefore, it is good.

I’m sure you’d like a deep and indepth entry reflective of my chapters from last year, but you know what – here’s an idea.  Use your imagination.  Or, better yet, focus on your own life.  And on living it.  Because precious hours are being wasted on this terrible thing we call Xanga.

So off with you now!

(But leave a comment first, you eprop-filcher)

 

So here I am now, in Limbo again. I’d almost say it’s familiar territory, probably why it doesn’t seem so terribly bad. But it’s okay, I’ve learned that in the larger sense of the universe, things tend to fall together as the should, and in that, I still have faith.

I’ve experienced so much over the past six months. A lot of firsts, emotional extremes of all kinds. Happiness, sadness, contentness, anxiety, jealosy, trust, paranoia… things I’d always said that I would deal with rationally, with logic guiding me right along. But as I’ve come to see, logic often takes the backseat when it comes to things like this. And I am thankful for that bit of humanity.

*~KsQ~*

It’s been good, its been fun; but in retrospect, it’s been *really* good. The lessons I’ve been taught are taking their time getting to my words and actions, but they’re coming. I’ve learned that sometime less is more. That it takes a lot more to understand a soul than to experience something similar. That pride against pride can lead to utter destruction. That sometimes, it’s better to just wait and listen to Danial Powter on repeat than to try making things right. In any case, I’ve learned that lives, for we are not entirely alone tend to overlap and mingle without too much effort.

I’ve learned that to love is uncircumstantial. That it can cut through all anger, upsetness, and pride. Most of all, I’ve learned that people will be people. Person will be person. Even the best of friends will disappoint but what’s to be sad about when they find what makes them happy? And that giving in is rarely the same as giving up.

That is all.