Thanksgiving Day in Austin
This year I was faced with the tough decision of whether to go home to my aunt, uncle, and cousins in The Woodlands for Thanksgiving or stay in Austin to not only catch up with school (which wasn’t exactly accomplished) but really to be able to go to the Texas v. A&M game, which I always wanted to go to and I came to realize that this would be the last year while in school that this game would be played at home.
An Interesting Week in the East Coast
With time running out, it seems everyone is trying to tie up loose ends and do a lot of fun things before saying a (hopefully temporary) goodbye to the city we’ve grown to love this past semester.
Brr, It’s Cold Out There
Well, fall is here. Kinda sorta. As is usually with Texas weather, it hasn’t quite made up it’s mind. Some days it’s cold enough for me to be wearing two jackets and other days I can manage with just a T-shirt. But either way, fall is here.
Thankful
This year, I’m taking a moment to give thanks for:
I’ll Come Around When You’re Down or: Mama Never Told Me That It Was Like This Growing Up
Hello world. I’m sure you’re tired of all my poems. So, for a change of pace, let me introduce to you, my good friend, Nick. This is his guest blog. Back in high school, his blog was the only blog I read religiously. As a matter of fact, it was about the only thing I read Senior year of high school. Anyhoo, without further ado, I present to you…
My poor re-imagination of one of Van’s previous blogs.
My 21st birthday came in three parts
Last week, I turned 21. I know, right? No, I didn’t skip a grade. I’m just, um, young for my age. Even though I feel like I’ve been 40 since I was 3.
Any Audiophiles Out There?
If you listen to a lot of music on your computer, you should definitely check out Last.fm “scrobbling.” Basically you add a plugin to your media player and whenever you play a song, it sends that song’s information to a server, where they compile information about the music you listen to.
Home Stretch (Love Letter to my Family)
Only a few more weeks and this first semester is pretty much over. Wow.
Sunny Days Wouldn’t Be Special if it Wasn’t For Rain or: It’s Hard
It’s hard to hope for sunshine,
When for miles and miles there’s only rain.
It’s hard to make it through these tough times,
When you’re constantly bombarded with pain.
I Love Ransom Notes
No wires – just chords.
