I'm going to do a big update soon, but not yet. I'm pretty busy. This post is my paper that I just barely wrote for English. Any thoughts on it would be nice. We picked a painting in our art museum on campus and we have to pick one word to describe it. The catch is that you can't use that word in the paper. Anyways, so here it is. The painting is Two Worlds by Henrietta Shore.

Two orbs float in a dream world of brilliant blue. Their radiating light casts a glow on the surface below. The glow does nothing to gladden the barren surface. The sky ripples from dark to light. All is still. A sharp crag extends towards the heavens. Its harsh edges of black cut the blue. One orb hovers just above, beaming its content. It is faint, but luminous. All seems well. The other orb hangs below. The ground appears a mere distance away. Its center is deformed. Smoldering, it pulses viciously. All is vivid. A rivulet of its light reaches ever up towards the other orb. Its own encasing prevents the light from leaving. Its constant barrage brings no success. It strives for higher, superiority gnawing its soul. All is yearning. Bloating with dissatisfaction, it sinks. Its core churns. Each upward longing is an added weight. The ground grows closer. All is falling.
Oblivious to the struggle it causes, the high orb is satisfied. Its size, place, and feelings are concrete. It exists with a joy of life. It is grounded in its fortune. All is constant. The other orb rages in its craving. Equality would not be enough for it. Satisfaction with any fate seems unlikely. “More” continues to be its mindless cry. All is need. The blaze of the falling orb brings itself pain. Its energy depletes to feed its hunger. Each feeding increases its insatiable desire. It finds no repose. All is drained. It remains trapped in its self-created downward spiral. No ladder could save it from the plunge. The bleak earth draws near. Destruction is inescapable. All is lost.
My Word: Want

Fried Food Night!

This will just be a quick post. My roommate Stephanie and I just realized that we're different from the average college student. They want food and they want it fast. If they want chicken nuggets and fries, they buy a frozen bag of food. Zap! Dinner. We run to the beat of our own drum. I want chicken nuggets; she wants french fries. What do we do? Make them both from scratch! It was delicious.

Feelin' Hot Hot Hot

Ok, so pretty much the world is conspiring against me to overheat. It is so hot all the time. We don't have air conditioning in our apartment. We have these little energy-sucking machines in each bedroom that sound like locomotives. We try not to turn them on because of that. There is nothing downstairs. Also, my first class of the day is in a building that has a broken air conditioning. This is after my twenty minute walk up a huge hill in the ten-o-clock sun. I'm in dire need of a cool relief!

Yes, I gave in.

As most of you know, I'm a reluctant follower with technology. Despite my reluctance, I always give in in the end. I was the last to get a cell phone, facebook, and now... a blog. I typically hold out until there is a slight necessity. I want to communicate with all of you. Although I have one now, I won't promise frequency.