home life

seems that my life is a beautiful thing. I never seem to be unhappy for too long. Life is good. My cousin and I are settling in to home life in the geek nest... I am amazed every day that I am alive, it all goes on around me, life, work, people, love. I see everything in my life as temporary right now, I found out that The U actually wants me to be going to school there. it is a beautiful thing. Fall of 08 My triumphant return to scholarly  endeavors. yay for me, it only took me 5 years, one crazy girlfriend and shitloads of substance to pull my head out of my ass. Isn't that great?

I live now with my cat, my cousin, and my computers (I love being able to say I have more then one computer now, I write to you on Four right now, and I love that I can blog wherever I can find an internet connection. and that is amazing...) Now I don't remember what the hell I was saying.. eh. life goes on right?

honestly, I know that there is something that looking for can't find. Something that eludes me regardless of knowing, regardless of seeing,  and regardless of finding parts of truth. but I am finding that the things I "know" are not what I think they are and the things that I love that are disappearing are not as important as I thought before.