glub glub.

i enjoy my fish.

his name is gil.

oh eight alum

one thing the universities do not tell students is how hard it is to graduate and transition into the "real world." transitional stages are never fun for a reason. they involve change.
a poem to fit the mood:

For eighteen years

Label – Student

This includes:
a. Pride
b. Respect
c. Purpose
d. Identity

Occupation – Bookworm

Skills required:
a. Studying
b. Reading
c. Memorizing
d. Regurgitating

For seventy-six days

Label – Unknown

Feelings of:
a. Defeat
b. Isolation
c. Dejection
d. Worry

Occupation – Any

Job entails:
a. Inexperience
b. Routine
c. Insignificance
d. Disappointment

All is dull
Monotonous
Unending

i would like to get back to a routine, something familiar.

pros&cons

reasons i cannot have a puppy:

1. i forget to feed my fish.
2. small apartment.
3. 20 lbs pet limit.
4. i travel.

reason i want a puppy:

and still they wait.

it has been some time and yet no posts.

i will get to it soon.

[maybe]

the alpha without an omega.

after having had this blog for a month or so [and postponing any posts due to lack of decisive power], a conclusion has finally been reached:

the blog will be a conglomeration of everything - stories, photos, events, et al.