How does one....

... ask the questions one wants answered?

... say what they mean?

... know what they mean when they say what they mean?

You know what I mean?

Food for thought.

Thinking about this today:

Alice:

Oh, no, no. I was just wondering if you could help me find my way.

Cheshire Cat:

Well that depends on where you want to get to.

Alice:

Oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as...

Cheshire Cat:

Then it really doesn't matter which way you go.

You won't get anywhere if you don't know where you're going.

Over-Analyzing

I'm really good at this. I should go into it. Perhaps it has something to do with my gender.

I'd just really like to get out my crystal ball about now.

Over-analyzing is crappy because it totally makes one feel like a middle schooler again,

and let's face it, who really liked middle school?

Ok some people really did, but I didn't.

It was when my "awkward stage" hit, and I bloomed, but not in a good way.

Ok, I'm done spouting off random ambiguous thoughts.

Sweet Dreams.

Question of the Day:

What should I do with my life?

*suggestions are welcome.

You'd think...

After 2.5 years in college I'd have the registration thing down. Turns out, I don't.

Transferring to a new school is not so much fun. Especially when their DANG website is RETARDED!!! I think they hate me. They don't want me to succeed.

I hate feeling lame trying to register. It's no fun at all.

I need to go to bed and stop thinking about it I think.

Hopefully things will look better in the morning.

I Voted.

Yes, I did.

And I'm proud of it.

We should all vote.

Our voices matter.

If no one speaks up,

who will?

One of my professors told us that if we don't vote, we don't have the right to complain.

He also told us about what the suffragettes went through to give women the right to vote.

Some were thrown into prison and treated beyond terrible.

I didn't want to let them down.

I'm proud to be an

American

Woman

that

GETS

to

VOTE.

Plus, who could pass up this sweet sticker?!

**Check out an excerpt from Iron-Jawed Angels here. It's a movie about some of the events that led to the passing of the 19th Amendment: Women's Right to Vote. Although it was shown on TV, this movie has some violent and disturbing images, viewer discretion is advised.

I don't enjoy blushing

So I'm in this creative writing class with an emphasis in poetry (explains my fascination with poetry lately), and we post poems online for group discussion. Last week in my frantic flurry to post on time I posted a poem that I felt, in my naivete, was just about grieving. Well apparently it can be interpreted more violently. I'm glad my peers give good feedback.

Yeah, it was a good blush moment. I didn't really enjoy it.

Time to fix some Abbie poetry.

Lesson for the day: Don't haphazardly post poetry in group discussion. It could be interpreted very differently than what you meant.