The problem with grad school is this: you spend so much time, with so few people, you begin to think you truly know them when you don’t.
I’ve never felt as if I needed to shield myself, or have a guard up, but maybe I was wrong.

Everyday I look out my windows, and I see this little two story building squished in between two luxury condo high-rises. I cannot help but have a deep respect for the man who owns that little row house. The price of his real estate must have been astronomical. The offers he received from the neighboring buildings were probably out of this world. But instead of give up, he held on and now his property is probably worth even more, even though the windows are boarded up.

I don’t know if I believe in luck anymore.
I’m really starting to wonder what I believe in at all anymore.
On the bright side, nothing seems to penetrate my exterior anymore. Well, except for those moral breakdowns I’m having every so often.
But no, no luck for me.

Seriously despondent in regards to the news stories out there everyday. I’m just so ready to escape.

Trees are pretty naked now. Have still had a few 70 degree days, though.

Just four weeks left until I’m done with semester 1, year 1.

On that note, looks like I won’t be getting paid this summer. Also completely up in the air as to where I’ll be living. Oh bother.

No meteor shower in the city.

Home soon. Couldn’t come quick enough.

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First real test. Today. In more ways than one. Exam: check. Morality: who knows? Is it really possible that law school has changed me so drastically already?

the minnow gets lost in the

murky deep.

which way is right?

how does he sleep?

would you sail away with me?

take a trip ’round the globe.

holding on, letting go–slow.

’cause this world spins too fast,

it’s the reason nothing

lasts.

something to be said

for a hand held,

but don’t be misled,

it’s not enough.

life gets going

and going gets tough.

but there’s more to it,

or so i’m told.

I. Cannot. Wait. To. Go. Home. For. Thanksgving.

In other news, this healthcare bill… not quite as happy as I would have imagined, not even sure the Stupak amendment is Constitutional.

Oh world.

almost over

Am I better off this way?
Don’t have to see you everyday.
The poet wandering gets lost
in my head –
swimming through a sea of bubbles
fear anxiety hope and dread.

Missing the fam. A lot.

trees are naked now,
it was fun while it lasted,
somewhere in the thick of it
i got lost and ran away
or maybe it was that,
but reversed.

strangers that you’ve met.

now i understand, what you tried to say to me.
and how you suffered for your sanity.

-j.g.

Here goes nothing. Holding my breath.
Just hoping I make it out alive.
haha. Ok. Melodramatic.
But hey, what else is new?

Almost time for love, actually.

My eyes hurt.