Happiness. Something so many people yearn for, go on adventure for, smoke cigarettes and drink expensive coffee for, but something so few people truly believe they have. It has been said that happiness exists in certain places, oasis’s of light in a desert of sadness and dissatisfaction. Journalist Eric Weiner sets out to find these bright sports on an otherwise dingy world, and in doing so, hopes to find not the meaning of life, but what it truly means to be happy. Although there are rough patches in the technicalities of the writing style, The Geography of Bliss does not fall short on insight, information, and inspiration. Continue reading “[Day 199] My reaction to the Geography of Bliss” →

…To being sick.

My nose, which has been torn up for who knows how long, has finally healed. I can put makeup on it again, and I no longer look like Rudolph.

Also, I can talk again without coughing. Continue reading “[Day 198] Time for me to say goodbye” →

Dear Anna,

Being best friends in second grade probably didn’t mean much to you, but it did to me. At the time, of course. I mean, after Rebecca, I needed a break from abusive people. Unfortunately, I didn’t get that from you. Continue reading “[Day 196] Do it for me now” →

Obviously, I’m not smart nor motivated enough to be the valedictorian. But I kind of feel gypped out of a chance to make this speech, which I’ve been formulating in my head for a few years now. Continue reading “[Day 192] If I Was Valedictorian” →

Although not a lot of good went on in my life on this particular day, I did finish making up all of my tests… which is relieving. I missed four being sick and going to Oregon last week. Yeah. Not fun.

I spent my day hurriedly catching up on all the schoolwork I missed last week from being sick and going to Oregon. There was a lot. I just spent two hours at Barnes and Nobles finishing up. I hate my teachers and their belief that their class is the only class I have. I also hate myself for taking three AP classes.

Regularly scheduled blogs will resume tomorrow. Hopefully. And I hope you all are enjoying Eugenia, because I’m enjoying writing it. Hopefully, my creative writing teacher will stay true to her promise and let me work on it instead of her meaningless assignments meant for the bone-headed and uninspired.