I couldn't think of a title - I just wanted to write. I'm not even sure what I want to write about, but once in a while just getting it all out helps. I feel quite overloaded... I have twenty units/hours in college. At least I get to go to college, where about 95% of the rest of the world doesn't. That's got to change. I work a job that barely pays and I'm financially straped. At least I have the ability to look into my cupboards and food stocking and realize I'll never go hungry - even if I was homeless, there is so much food in this damn country, it would be impossible for me to starve. Yet I worry about money still. I'm supposed to work another job, and am dreading and longing for it. At least I can have one job, let alone two. I have so much to do - being in Student Government, speech and debate (CEDA tourney this weekend), psychology club, rugby (I donate blood...), and Honor's Society. Once again, I am quite thankful for the mere opportunity of these things, when others are preoccupied with the desolate and difficut task of simply living. I have to write about twelve letters, pay fifteen bills and do it all today. But hey, I'm able to do that, as opposed to not ever having a chance to. I'm trying to start my own online e-magazine, but can't seem to rely on anyone. At least I have the opportunity and knowledge to execute such a task, while my brothers and sisters abroad will never see a computer, but instead must be content with deriving pleasure off of a package of rice falling from an air plane that belongs to a country that spends more on aleviating the plight of fat people than stamping out the dire situation of those who are bloated with malnourishment and starvation.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm frustrated and feel like the world is closing on me, yet I still remain aware of how thankful I am for what I have. 'Tis a paradox, or a contradiction that I should have such cumbersome and seemingly benign worries when next to the ravaged populations of 1/3 of the world, I live a thousand times better than a pharoh ever could have hoped to.

Alright, I feel better now. Time to go to school now...