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I have absolutely nothing to say. That may be why I hate my personal essay with a passion - I actually can't bear to reread it, although I know I'll have to eventually. Its odd because I usually have plenty to say, usually just observations about the world around me. It was nice to hear that encouraged in the last class - that we should try and "see" the world around us - because that's typically the way I see, anyways.

But I promise, you really don't want to read what I see in the world right now. I'm usually an optimist, an idealist, blah blah all those wonderful descriptors. Well, that's flown out the window. I open my pantry in the morning and see: excess. I look at the grass in my yard and oaks in the woods and see: the pavement we've used to separate ourselves from this beautiful natural world. I watch the sunset: I miss the way the sun set over the Pacific in Lima, filled with passion and drama. What the hell is this, this puny Eastern seaboard faded watercolor show?
Uh-huh, yeah, see the bright side, yadda yadda.

Maybe I'll fake it. Girls are sposed to be good at that, right? (Er...that is, if you've dated the guys my friends and I have...) From now on, pretty happy sunshiney.... fuck. Sunshiney what? Its raining today. Hell, I'm going back to bed. I'll try on those rose-colored glasses later.