my favorite thing about flying Delta

I need to express my love for Sky Mall Magazine. Basically my entire life I have been amazed by the contents of sky mall magazine. No, I would never buy an animatronic Elvis head, but I'm glad that it exists. Every neat thing in the world is in Sky Mall. i don't even have words for the subject. Sky Mall just makes my life better.

I'm going home tomorrow for Thanksgiving

I'm going home tomorrow for Thanksgiving. My mom bought me a Thanksgiving card. Who does that?

The other weekend I went to Milwaukee with Tricia and her friend Lindsey. We went to the Milwaukee Art Museum, which I enjoyed very much. BUT most important I have officially been to another state. Wisconsin is added to the list. I never thought that I would be 20...almost 21 and still never have been out of the country. Yeah, I'm only twenty, but I feel like everyone I know has been on all of these great travel adventures which become some great inspiration for the practice in whatever field they are in. Luckily for me I have been to the largest truck stop in the world in Iowa and the largest Christmas store in the world in Michigan.

I have been to/ at least set foot in or passed through

Kentucky, Ohio and Indiana of course. I can drive through all of those in a matter of 20 minutes when home.
Illinois
Florida, I miss it obsessively
Maryland
Virginia
DC
Pennsylvania
Colorado, Colorado was my favorite but I have no excuse to go back seeing as I don't do anything outdoorsy, and that is the main reason why people seem to go there.
Iowa
Michigan: Family Vacation from hell, not really, just not my kind of vacation
Wisconsin

I think that covers everywhere. I can't believe I am from KY and I've never been to Tennessee. I feel like the only person in KY who has never been to Tennessee.

I am surviving a nasty bout of anxiety. I think it is almost over, it has been going on for 2 weeks. These things usually last about three. I can deal with it, anything is better than depression. It just interferes with my productivity.

The only poem he ever wrote

It is nearly 3AM and like normal I can't sleep. Today I was thinking about a reading I participated in when I was 17, at The Argentine Bean. It had something to do with the Scholastic Writing Awards. There was a man there drinking coffee with his wife. He was probably about 60 or so. he broke down during the reading and told us about the only poem he ever wrote. He had been working doing something somewhere in Michigan. He had a really kind, considerate secretary. It was all of the little things that made her special and on her last day of work he made her a card. On the inside he wrote a small Hallmark-esque poem about the people who come into our lives for a brief amount of time and make that little difference. He never saw her again. And that was the only poem he ever wrote. I wish I remembered the story better. Maybe I have it written down somewhere. I hope I do. I like to make note of all of the insignificant strangers who I remember forever. Like the woman at the gas station outside of Indianapolis who told me, "You are never lost, only misdirected." or the people I observe on buses and trains in Chicago. Or the transvestite Chris and I encountered on a photo-safari on a rainy day in Cincinnati. We gave that man at Argentine Bean a copy of The Beechwood Bohemian. Maybe it is the only literary magazine he will ever own.

Point A seeks Point B

I suppose I must have made progress. I've been back at school for nearly two months, where I need to be. Zero Displacement achieved? I wonder what the past 8 months would look like as a Venn Diagram.

This semester is sort of kicking my ass, but at the same time it isn't. I'm getting by, as I always do, I'm just adjusting to having to fight a bit harder against what has become of my mind over the past year.

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I can't say I'm making much progress, so I deleted everything.