B Scott

I try to write stories inside my head,
But chapters left undone remain,
Searching for their end.
Inspiration is so often misled,
And brought to believe these fragile bones can form a home.
But, their hollow frame is no foundation.

Synthesizers orchestrate the night,
The heartbeat behind stars and distant headlights.
The rain ascends from quiet ground
And cycles through another town
Where someone sits at night alone ...

1. I'm home for Easter. This is mostly because I have 41 cents on my meal plan at school and wouldn't be able to eat if I didn't come home. Cool.
2. Finals start next week. FINALS. I am almost HALFWAY THROUGH my undergrad. WHAT.
3. I get to write a five page paper on guilt as it pertains to "Civilization and Its Discontents" by Freud and "Eichmann in Jerusalem" by Hannah Arendt. I'm actually really, really excited for it.
4. I just started getting back ...

Hey everyone!

So we're just over a month away from departing for the Bike Tour across the country to raise awareness about the war in Congo. I'm still working towards my fundraising goal to get equipment and a safety net for any repairs that come up during the trip. All excess money raised goes directly towards supporting groups for peace that are already set up on the ground in Congo and towards the rehabilitation of war affected regions and people.

So, here again ...