Update

I did not make the Costa Rica capstone.  I am not very depressed about it anymore, although it would've been a great experience.  All things happen for a reason (although it seems questionable at times).

I still do not have a job.  And I'm starting not to care.  Except for today (it was especially sad) when I really wanted to make myself feel better by buying a new pair of jeans and some shoes.  Knowing that I couldn't do that because I have no money made me even more irritable.

As of now, I am over $30,000 in debt and I still have another year of college to pay for.  I have been stressing about the fact that college may or may not have been the best path to take for finding a successful career.

Although I do not like my Nonfiction Writing teacher, I am thoroughly enjoying what I have been learning in the class.

I do not understand most of the poetry that we read in Postmodern American Poetry.  I have also lost almost all faith in poetry ever being a successful career option.  The idea of poetry being "cool" ended in the 50's.

I learned in my History of Guitar class that two flutes made of tibia bones, identical in scale and weight, were found in Paris.  They are 52,000-years-old and can be played together harmoniously.  The precision used to make those instruments indicates that humans have been crafting instruments and creating music FAR before then.  Interestingly, humans did not learn to speak until 42,000 years ago.  Thus, we were making music long before we were even speaking.

Every time I leave my apartment I imagine a romantic incident in which I get asked out on a date by the boy I should be dating.  I'm obviously still single.  And, as a result, I feel as if I am hopefully disappointed frequently.