What Century Are We In Anyway?

A bit late, yes; but at least I haven't forgotten.
Happy Holidays from Saint George's Island!

And so another year has gone.

In four short hours, at 12:00 midnight, the world will usher in 2010.

In any event, I thought I'd breifly blog on the idea of change, but in reality, I do not feel like it.

My birthday is four short hours away, and though I promised to be a recluse for a month,

I figured that would be a terrible way to usher in the new year and to celebrate my birthday.

And also because I seem to have writers block today. 

So the hell with it.

I decided rather to touch on the wisdom of great men from the past.

I finally thought of a quote which I think captures the spirit of change entirely

[it was also the quote I used when I ran for VP in SGA].

It never gets old.

"We Must Be The Change We Wish To See."

-Mahatma Gandhi.


Happy 2010!

Another Reason To Live In Europe

                                           The Female Version (Victoria's Secret)

                                                             The Male Version

                                                                 The Parody

P.S. I love how no one seems phased.

Me, Myself, and I

In a drastic, and quite desperate need of change, and partly to usher in the new year with a spirit of revitalization and transformation, I have taken the initiative of squashing unsettled and petty beef with my peers; apologizing to my professors for late papers and unnumerable class absences; seeking forgiveness for past transgressions...and shaving my head!

Yezzir, I am now sporting the shiny bald head, along with the trimmed-up beared [starts off skinny at my earlobes and expands much thicker] with a 5:00 o'clock shadow; it's quite Common-esque,actually and I'm diggin it.

But perhaps more news worthy, or blog worthy, is my random decision to go into hibernation shortly after Christmas. The idea came up when I was talking to a friend, that I wanted to just get on a plane and fly in whatever direction the fates pointed me towards. Well, I am now truley entertaining the idea. Come December 28th [ can't miss the Giants game on Sunday night footaball] I am flying towards the unknown for a month of what I hope to be self-reflection, meditation, and discovery. No technology. No designer fashion. No posse. No family. No contact.

Just me, myself, and I.

I am a ball of anxiety at the thought of going through with this adventure,
but I am definitley looking forward to it.
Wish me a safe travel.

Arrivederci!