Words don't visit me as poems anymore.

For some reason, after all that has happened, that is the only thing I still have the heart and desire to mourn.

I will always love words, but they don't speak to me like they used to.

Sorry for the sadness, but it has been a weird day.

This blog is now titled incorrectly: I am no longer in Scotland.

Sad.

I'm in my last semester here at JMU and feeling slightly stressed about it. I've committed myself to enough organizations that I don't really have time to think, much less worry about the future, so all is well there. These are the things I have devoted my weeks to:

TA-ing for GANTH 196
Working at Market One
Advertising Chair for Taking Back the Night
Fundraising Co-Chair for Alternative Breaks
Leader Mentor for Alternative Breaks
Fundraising Chair for Anthropology Club
Volunteering at Avante Nursing Home
PNOLA Participant

It can be quite busy.

I don't know what else to say, I'm not particularly adept at talking about myself.

Sorry this isn't more interesting. I can't think of any good vignettes to share. Perhaps next time.