Its only castles burning
Just find someone whos turning
And you will come around

So, this is where it ends. Ive done it before, but history, the stalker that it is, has repeated itself. Im still on the fence about which era was a little more golden, even though they both ranked silver at best, along with whether or not to sever my ties as dramatically as I did before. Only time will tell, and only I will notice. Still, goodbye forever (hopefully).

On the other hand, New York. Nuff said. Among my souveniers will be numerous college pamphlets, empty metro cards and "New York City" Columbia dorm condoms. I'll also be leaving with a shiny pair of cowboy boots made specifically for walking.

Ive tried both trying and not trying, and neither of the two seem to work for me. I'm not sure if its the environment that I find myself in or the people I surround myself with, but everything remains the same. In truth, part of me wants it to. As far as I know the pros are equal with the cons, and its enough to make me understand but not avoid desperate behavior. But honestly, effort and confidence never seem to be enough to add up correctly, for the outcome is always dissapointing to me. And even though I am smart enough to know what the results will be, I am foolish enough to think that my repetition will make other people change. Maybe its just me that needs to. After all, I'm sure that other people are smarter than I give them credit for--they must know something about me that I dont. Food, shelter, clothing. Goddammit.

Here I am, your nearly quintessential Virgo:

HINDLEY: B+ (he'd sooner "push me" over the edge, i'd imagine)
Spanish: A
Physics: A
APUS: A- (DBQ's be damned!)
Citizenship: A
Math: C+ (Uncharacteristic and frustrating, I know)

Nevertheless, this German American Princess went and scored herself a nice new wallet, complete with desiccant micro bag.

[	Current Mood	|	jealous	]
[	Current Music	|	Ella Fitzgerald	]

Live journal may have been dead to me for some time now, but it has seemingly fallen back into my good graces. I've up and left Xanga, and am no longer on speaking terms with myspace (due to its controlling tendencies our personalities clashed). Furthermore, dentistry is never a profession that I would ever consider. The ache in my upper right molar has made me realize this. Dont ask why or how--the only reason that I shall give is that the pain in my tooth can perhaps be interpreted as some form of foreshadowing, warning me to steer clear of such a career--or maybe just to take better care of my teeth lest I lose them. 


Entries as such will probably be the extent to which I exercise this journal, and consequently, I probably wont use it often.