Onigiri

Every person has something wonderful in them, and unique. One person may have the best sense of humor, while another will have a calm maturity that makes being around them a joy. Some people have looks, some people have personalities, some people have charisma, and some have intelligence. These are all important things, and everyone has them to some extent, but each individual person has one of these (or something just as wonderful) as such a strong trait that you can't help but be drawn to them for it. It is the plum on their back, and it makes them beautiful. (It's a Fruits Basket reference, for those of you who watch anime). I do believe that it's best to pick a flavor and stick with it, at least for a long time. At the same time, though, it's not like we suddenly lose interest in all other types. There is always a small question in your mind of what that one over there would be like.

We love people for what they are, and for what they aren't. Imperfections make the person, and are just as valuable as the beautiful parts. Relationships, then, are not about finding the perfect person with all the right elements, but rather coming to truly and honestly care for someone, almost without a reason. We love people because we cannot do otherwise. And this, I believe, is life in a nutshell.

And Graduation Looms

I'm not sure if I can handle this. I wish I was a more organized person... My classes aren't particularly hard this quarter. Or they wouldn't be if I hadn't procrastinated to the point that I have at least FIVE major papers to do in the next two weeks, as well as several tests, in addition to doing tech work for Othello. No, it isn't that much really. I'm sure everyone else in the world has more pressing deadlines and more stress, but for me, this is rather major. And of course, that's leaving out all the other little things, like making sure all school finances and housing arrangements are in order, packing up all my worldly possessions in preparation for moving away (so far I have five boxes of books, and still counting), and trying to figure out where the hell I'll be moving to. *whimper* Now if I was an organized person I would have lists of everything that needed to be done, catagorized for importance and already half done. Hah. So that isn't happening. It would make my life much less hectic, but at the same time it's these moments of abolsolute panic and extreem stress that make the rest of life seem more peaceful. I suppose in the end if I had to choose between working frantically for two weeks and slacking off for eight, or working at a calm and consistent manner all ten... I wouldn't change anything. ^_^ After all, what is youth and energy for but to be wasted, then taxed for all it's worth?