Take a look at me now

Don't you hate when you get into bed and it's all cold in there? Also don't you hate those days where it's so hot and you don't want to have the blanket over you, but you like having the blanket over you, so now you've got this quandary. To blanket or to not blanket. Anyways, these days it's cold so that's not an issue. I love the feeling of bed when it's the proper temperature aka when I've been laying there for a while and it's properly body heated. (Not the biggest fan of those electric bed heating thingamabobs)
Another dilemma these days is when you take a shower and the outside of the shower area is damn cold. What do you do in that situation? HOW DOES ONE NOT HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT INSTANCE OF COLD? It's kinda similar to when you're all toasty in bed on those cold winter days and you know it's pretty cold outside that warm sanctuary that is known as "under the covers". But the shower scenario has got to be the worse situation because you're wet and naked. (I just shivered right now thinking about that)
I've decided that until I find that elusive job, I will be productive. So each week I plan to: finish a book, learn a new song on the guitar, prepare a meal, save the world, etc. Hopefully this idea lasts longer than one week.

"I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't."
-Charlie; The Perks of Being a Wallflower

ps i want the new macbook

No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston's

This blog was started almost four years ago. I was but a freshman in college then. So young, so naive. So ready to get out of Binghamton, and move on to greater pastures at Pepperdine or San Diego State or Rutgers. But while I was so busy looking ahead, I thoroughly forgot that there was a little something called school and exams going on at that point in my life, hence here I am four years later, a Binghamton University graduate. I managed to have some good times here and there and met some good people a long the way. Sure I dreaded the place a lot and for the first three and a half years I was ready to get out of there once break hit. Then that final semester came. I came to realize that there were actually some pretty decent people out there that were interesting and fun and what not. Had I invested in deeper relationships with people earlier on, who knows what Binghamton would've brought. College definitely had its rough patches. Very rough patches. And there's definitely regrets. But why dwell on such things? They've become who I am.
Anyways, it's a tad bit upsetting to see how little I've grown up in those four years. I'm still scared out of my mind with change. Still afraid to make big jumps in life, my cowardice holds me back in making those jumps. I'm still somewhat unsure as to what this romantic love is all about, although I've discovered that I tend to be a bit of a hopeless romantic at times. I look back on the past entries here and on xanga and find that God has become a smaller aspect in my everyday life. I find this so disheartening. God, let's catch up. Maybe over some coffee.
This entry is all over the place. I'll leave it at this for now.