OMG!

What is this? A new post? Nah, couldn't be. It's just a plug for the fact that I registered a domain name to play with coding; hence, you should go there instead. 'There' is known as jadedgazelle.com, so check it out (though there may be nothing there for a while). Now that I'm writing here though, I'm slowly becoming filled with nostalgia for Blogger...maybe I'll post here every now and then :)

Does anyone speak Jaded Gazelle?

Everyone speaks a different language. Everyone. We're all brought up in our respective families, trying to learn the nuances of our parents so we can get what we want, or avoid time-out, or make them proud. Which is fine. But what about the rest of the world? All of a sudden, you go to school and there are other languages being spoken everywhere. And you have to learn them all. Or just choose to not understand, which I feel is a growing problem today. What will happen when everyone just stops caring? What if you have these ground-breaking ideas, but no one takes the time to understand you? And what happens when the people with those great thoughts think,"well, at least I understand it." But what good is that? Sure it betters one person's view on life (and that's always a start), but society suffers. Dead. So many questions!

Good Vibrations

Another semester come and gone...I made it through my 17 credits better than I ever made made it through 13 or 14 (funny how things work out for me). In general, I'm very satisfied with this semester, though I'm more satisfied that it's over. I love being back at home, with the gang all here; the prospect of hanging out with Kristin and Regina tonight never looked more inviting. To top it off, I'll see Steven in a few days as well. Oh yeah, and I'll be 20 on the 20th, which is pretty cool. The great expanse of teenagerdom will have been traveled, and I'll make my way into the twenty-something crowd; weird but welcome times.
I've been thinking about the future a little bit lately, wondering where I'll end up in life; basically, I don't really know and it doesn't bother me. I feel like I have direction without knowing it, that my life knows where it wants me to go and one day I'll just be there. So I figure I'll go with it; I've never been let down.
Christmas is coming (Chanukah too :) and my best friends are the presents (so that was a sappy, cliche thing to say, wanna fight about it?). The present time has such a great vibe to it right now; I hope everyone else feels it like I do.

BTW

Prophet and profit...I like that...

Wo ist die Katze?

This marks the beginning of my attempt to ::gasp:: post things on this site. I feel that I have an obligation to you guys (the use of the term 'you guys' refers to my close circle of friends in this case) to keep you updated on what may or may not be happening in my life. For example, I have to decided to once again give myself (or just my hair) to Locks of Love; this means you guys have to tell me what to do with the hair I'll have left. However, I have not been chased by packs of rabid rampaging monkeys (recently). My car was towed from The Courtyards, and I will be getting my money back from those impolite, excrement-eating towing people (otherwise known as shitheads). I have not been inducted into a secret society that only eats frog legs on alternate Mondays in the month of February, and then only during a Leap year. I am signed up for German 3, Arabic 2, Lepidoptera Biology, International Relations, and Math for Liberal Arts Majors (that still makes me laugh) next semester. I am not currently a prophet (neither person who hears God or money left over from expenses) of any major or minor religion. But enough about me; let's talk about you...

Die Loreley

This is a German poem I happen to enjoy. I don't care if you don't know what it means, you'll like it too (lest your naughty bits become un-naughty):

Ich weiss nicht, was soll bedeuten,
dass ich so traurig bin;
ein Marchen aus alten Zeiten,
das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.

Die Luft ist kuhl und es dunkelt,
und ruhig fliesst der Rhein;
der Gipfel des Berges funkelt
im Abendsonnenschein.

Die schonste Jungfrau sitzet
dort oben wunderbar,
ihr goldenes Geschmeide blitzet,
sie kammt ihr goldenes Haar.

Sie kammt es mit goldenem Kamme,
und singt ein Lied dabei;
das hat eine wundersame,
gewaltige Melodei.

Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe
ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
er schaut nur hinauf in die Hoh.

Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
am Ende Schiffer und Kahn;
und das hat mit ihrem Singen
die Loreley getan.

Ode

Apartments, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
My own room
Sleepovers
My own bathroom
A living area
A KITCHEN
Lots of food space
Sleepovers
My roomies
Parking
I only have to walk a few feet to bother Mark
EricaRose only has to walk a few feet to bother me
Did I say sleepovers?

Well damn

I have a question to ask everyone...what do I do with my life? I've come to a point where I can see about fifty potential paths to walk down, and I just keep running a few steps down one, only to run back and go down another. I really do like the language thing, but dermatology would be cool too. I just don't know if I want to work that hard, or if I would . I've also become a much better singer, not to mention I'm becoming interested in art again. And I love movies so much! I want to do that too. So what the hell do I do with myself? I can't do it all, at least not the extent I would want to. Well damn.