writers block

dear blog,

you know, i woke up this morning and thought to myself, gee, i dont blog like i used to. i remember a time when i ran to this thing to document just what i was feeling at that very moment. sometimes, i'd just go back to a particular date, to see what i wrote about and try to re-live what i was feeling. some entries are funny, some sad, and some just plain stupid. i wonder to myself...and i still get hits on these things? haha. my audience, you guys are funny, with obviously too much time on your hands..like me, i guess thats why we get along so well. i write, you listen.
well this morning i woke up and wanted to blog, but i have the worst case of writers block. i just got into an argument with my mother and felt like venting but nothing coherent could form out of what i was trying to say. so instead, i made my blog entry about writers block and the fact that i cant get anything out. perfect timing of course as i have a midterm in ancient greek philosophy in which i would have to express (in writing) what i did and did not understand from our readings. i'll probably dwell on the latter moreso than the former. unless my writers block goes away.
well, i am off to school. hope my ending to this day is better than my start.
cheers, (as my friend chrissy would say),
maya

know thyself

It is such a wonderful and fullfilling thing when one has reached a point in which all obstacles crumble and the once very opaque apparent has become the very transluscent transparent. What I'm trying to say is not as difficult as it first may appear. Sometimes we misinterpret things, or cover them, or simply deny them in a most ascetic fashion. The very truth becomes unfathomable and what is not so seems the only reality one knows. But, my friends, when one finally has sight --clear, visible, undeniable sight-- into his or herself, well, I just think that's the greatest thing in this world.

-maya