decision '07

I've been planning on building my own compost bin for quite some time now. Construct my DIY bin, get down with some vermiculture, witness the magic as garbage turns into healthy, fertilized soil and finally start my organic herb garden that I've been dreaming of. I even went to the Home and Garden show amongst all the old white ladies and their gardening visors. This has been a seemingly intangible goal because I know I can never stay and commit to a garden...

Now that my undergraduate career has come to an end, I'm left staring down a diverged road. A part of me wants to settle in the comfort of my hometown, my Bay Area...stay with my folks, commute to school or I'd pick up a full-time job, raise my pups, plant my garden and begin to map out the rest of my adult life. While another half of me wants to pick up and leave - run away to the other side of the country or even the world, start anew, cultivate my knowledge and experience through my travels and not think twice about how ridiciously in debt I'll be once it's over. Now the question that lies before me is this: Where the hell do I go from here?

If only flipping a coin were that simple.

calling in sick

I called into work and now my cousin and I are going to get massages. We will probably have lunch, if we don't attack the free hor'dourves buffet at the spa's lobby and then I'll head home and play with my newest purchase, the Wii.

Maybe go to the driving range and relieve some suppressed anger or go paint a pretty picture. Afterwards I'll try to get some cleaning done...my room, my car and my mind.

Oh and did I forget to mention, it's beautiful outside. Excitement all around!

Okay, she's back

Thank God(dess) that there are some people that still practice good customer service, it's a rarity just like chivalry. Anyway, I got Brooke back safe and sound..and it only cost me a mere $240.

Moral of this story: never drive to Quang's house ever again!

Sadness

Brooke got towed today and I didn't have my insurance card to take her out. Poor Brooke.. Hopefully I can get it straighten out by tomorrow before I have to 'fess up the deed to my parents. With the amount of parking tickets I have collected this past year, they will certainly get nasty once they hear about this.

such great heights

I am still recovering from the sensory overload I endured yesterday and the night before that.

I can still feel the pain from finals, papers and the high expectations I had for myself this semester. My body and mind still feels tired from working it overtime this past week. I'm seizing all these feelings while I bask in my fruitful reward to remind me of how painful it was to get to it. It's definitely a great balance.

My aunt texted me after the ceremony, "You're a woman now."

Cheers to Trad'r Sam's, great company, cocktails in fruit bowls, graduating, San Francisco and a dark chocolate truffle martini to kill for.

Pictures and a re-cap shortly to follow..

fin.

I am done! So wtf do I do now?!?!?!!?!?

Say your prayers, scorpian bowl.

proofread

"At the beginning of Chapter 10, Posner takes issue with the attempt to resolve questions of interpretation by political or ethical judgment, referring to resolve questions of interpretation by political or ethical judgment, referring to Dworkin’s attempt to justify Steelworkers v. Weber by the concept of equality."

Amazing what you don't notice at 4 a.m. while coming down from your caffeine high.

Earth to Alisha?

The sleep deprivation, heart palpitations from the excessive amounts of coffee, the stress and the inability to find the right words to formulate a well-rounded thesis is killing every ounce of hope of every making it out of this semester without hurting someone or myself.

The non-stop research, the typing of the keyboard and the overused phrases like "According to..." and "In X's essay..." is keeping me from knowing what else that has been going on with everyone else. Being stuck in the library while I marinate in my thoughts is causing mild insanity and neuroticism.

Don't mind me - I'm sleep, hungry, aggrivated and stressed.

While I was leaving campus and feeling bad for my sorry ass, I looked over and saw a little girl with her mom flying a kite. The little girl was sprinting as the mom was encouraging her and saying, "Go, go, go!" Eventually the two managed to get the kite in the air and both cheered in unison. Then all of a sudden, I felt a whole lot better.

Chapter 1

Call me Ishmael. Or well, just Alisha will do.