And Jessica Thinks Big

This past week my head has been filled with big, heavy thoughts about big, heavy things that I cannot comprehend or control. Thinking these things makes me feel more productive but its also very overwhelming. I feel like I've gone far and yet nowhere in my first years of college and whether I made progress or have been running on the preverbal treadmill, I feel as if I should be closer to answers. But with every inkling of an answer I find, more questions come with it... and so goes life.

And To Dust We Will Return

We are made from our environment but sometimes we don't fit into it.

BAHHHHHHHH

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1fKW0F/www.youtube.com/watch%253Fv%253DD2FX9rviEhw

I can relate.

My Retarded Valentine

My school is holding a Valentine's Dance. My COLLEGE is having a dance. A college with kids that wear tails, hats with cat ears attached, trench coats, and come to class shoe-less..... is having a dance. A CHAPERONED dance.

Enough said.

Hmmm

This video shows the winner of 2009’s " Ukraine ’s Got Talent,"

Kseniya Simonova, 24, drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II. Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.




http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=vOhf3OvRXKg#t=00

A Suggestion If I May...

DONT SWEAT THE PETTY THINGS

DONT PET THE SWEATY THINGS.

Virginia Adventures

I didn't appreciate growing up in Virginia until I moved away. Isn't that how things always go?
As a young kid we had a creek in our backyard covered in vines and hidden by a small grove of trees and large bushes. It was the perfect place for imagination to flow and my friends and I to play. There were numerous stories of man eating turtles and two headed snakes that lived in the creek to keep us occupied. There was also a large "doughnut" bush that we could literally climb inside of and hang out in the round hole in the middle of the bush. Plus the dogwood tree that would give bloom to beautiful pink flowers.
As I grew up days consisted more of kissing under trees, eating McDonalds atop a friend's truck, chasing deer thru the woods, and hanging out in various parks smoking hookah. Any day could be made more wonderful by going to the lake, a park, or the woods.
For one of my birthdays, I went horse back riding in the mountains. Another year it was tubing down the Shanandoa (sp?). And one of my favorite days was when my family and I went apple picking in the mountains.
Now living in a dirty, crowded city I miss the open freshness of the forests and lakes. I never appreciated nature until I was taken away from it. My fondest memories consist of being out doors and, you can ask anyone, I'm definitely not the "out doorsy"type... but I do appreciate beauty and nothing can beat nature.