2003-03-27 - 7:58 p.m.
I'm not sure when the last time I made an entry was, but I'm sure it's been a while. I've been very busy...I dare say, 'hella' busy. I'm working hard to have a fruitful last semester. I've begun to get slightly tired of this whole thing, but I know I just need to regroup and rally onward to the finish line. I'm still dating Lindsay Stohlman. Things are going very well, seemingly better than in any other relationship I've been in. In recent times slight bickering and 'not really fighting but general crabbiness' has occured on occasion, but this is always due to my crazy schedule that is void of any free time. My country is at war with another country. Times are very strange indeed. On one hand I don't like the idea of being at war, but I know that the situation is much larger than my limited understanding. I am not privy to enough information to hold a legitimate opinion on wheither this thing is just or unjust. After all, I am only a student in Lafayette, Louisiana. I have however found this morbid facination with the events as they unfold. On TV, they've been showing live battlefield footage, and the general public has been kept abreast of things in a way that history has never before seen. It's a powerful thing to be present as events of historical resonance unfold. It's also a strange feeling to be aware of that fact as it's happening.
My friend James Vanway is back from his time in DC. I'm glad he's back, but I've only seen him once. I've pretty much been M.I.A. this semester, even missing birthday parties and assorted fun things. This is just how it has to be right now.
I found out my younger cousin was pregnant after she already had her baby. (yeah, I know) Apparently, she didn't show until the last month, and her father was so stricken with grief and embarissment that he kept it from the family. I'm still not sure if my grandmother knows. Of course, the father of the child is being a delinquent parent and has apparently head for Opelousas to avoid the whole situation. Chalk this one up to the tragically crushing nature of small town life in America. Maby i'm being harsh and judgemental, but all I see is a sea of wasted lives and unfulfilled potentials. Looking back, my life feels more like an escape than anything else.
