It seems as though I have come to an inevitable downward spiral of horrendous cooking. No, really, I'm sure it's not that bad, but it couldn't help to be thrown a bone here.

Damien Rice is so stinking good that I can't understand it. I can't use contractions in any of my writing for school, so here it is.



I feel I have been peeled from the college life and entered into a real world that does not include payment --MATTER OF FACT I am paying for it. Kind of frustrating.

I have so many broken thoughts, feelings.

I thoroughly enjoy 18 kiddos in a specific class.