Life is Difficult

The House at Pooh Corner

Christopher Robin and I walked along
under branches lit up by the moon.
Posing our questions to owl and eeyore
as our days disappeared all too soon.
But I've wandered much further today than I should
and I can't seem to find my way back to the wood.

So, help me if you can I've got to get
back to the house at Pooh corner by one.
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done,
count all the bees in the hive,
chase all the clouds from the sky.
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh.

Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do,
got a honey jar stuck on his nose.
He came to me asking help and advice
and from here no one knows where he goes.
So I sent him to ask of te Owl if he's there,
how to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear

So, help me if you can I've got to get
back to the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done,
count all the bees in the hive,
chase all the clouds from the sky .
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh,
back to the days of Christopher Robin,
back to the ways of Pooh



These days I am so emo. But not in a depressed way, really. Just in a can start trickling tears at any moment kind of way. And because I like my life, not because I am unhappy. I just hate endings, and this is the end of my life as I know it. It's all starting when my med school roommate moves out in a week or so. Who will advise me on all aspects of my social relationships, and give me massages, and life perspective now? PLUS, Kurt Vonnegut is DEAD. And tomorrow elections for YD's happen and that will be over too in a way. I had my last Convention this last weekend. And I'm in the last Polisci class of my life. And at the end of the summer, I'll be peacing out of Seattle. Possibly forever. And the really scary part is that I want to give up South Africa and stay at UW forever and ever amen.


Olive's D-day is getting super close. What should I do then? I'm thinking of taking a bunch of plastic bags and releasing them into the wind somehow so that they blow around. I think that she would appreciate that. Probably. I hope that when I die, people remember me more than I remember her. But just other people, because if I was the one who died, I would want her to remember me the same amount as I remember her. Otherwise it would hurt too much.

Boo! I lovelovelove my friends and Seattle and the rain on the roof sound. delta=sadness.







"Love is more afraid of change than destruction."
- Friedrich Nietzsche