two months later

Had a great time in Gainesville last weekend, as always. Been listening to a lot of Chopin today. Feeling very fragment-y. Don't have much else to say. Here are some pictures from Christmas weekend last year, when my brother and I went to Palm Beach.

6am, can't sleep

There is an inverse relationship between age and how much you care about what other people think of you.

en la jaula de mis pensamientos

On March 19, 2005—almost six years ago—I wrote the following in my blog at the time:

And thinking of that life in the future makes me smile, because one day, it'll come. One day, I'll wake up and be thankful that I have full control over where my life turns and will be able to look forward to new things and new life lessons – every day.

So that day came. Sooner than I anticipated, I'm sure, for my 16-year-old self. But it came, I'm genuinely content, life is mostly great, yadda yadda. Tonight, however, before taking a trip down Memory Lane and reading through old LiveJournal entries, I sat here asking myself if I'm working too much.

A brief perusal of some old school writings indicates that was the case back in the day. Some things never change. But this year, I can feel it.

It's starting to catch up to me.