Currently listening to: Boy Sets Fire, "Dying on Principle"

welcome to the black hills. you stand on cooled lava, hardened into rock. cooled lava surrounds you in a vast continuum of wasteland. only there is nothing cool about this lava today. as the sun beats down, you wonder how you're going to make it out of here, if there is an out at all. the sun is everywhere, you can't turn your back on it. it beats down on you, surrounds you, and radiates up to you from the rock. you are effectively surrounded, a fish in a suffocating net of heat. you could run, but how long would you last in this vast oven? how long before the sun and rocks drain every last bit of moisture from you? listen to the sizzling of your sweat as it hits the black rock.

they are thirsty

there's nothin like a good thunderstorm to make you feel the insignificance of your own existence.

Currently listening to: Mudvayne, "Shadow of a man"

the highlight of my life this week was that i saw beavers. duluth is such a dead place! people wise, that is. otherwise, it's one of the greenest places i've been, which is nice. such a change of pace. everybody here slows down, unlike boston, where everybody's always rushing somewhere. i didn't realize that i too was always rushing until i sat down one day and just watched the colors of people fly by the dull concrete. it suddenly occured to me that everbody's rushing somewhere, everybody's got somewhere to go. except me. where the hell am i going?

i suppose the suburbs are a nice balance. after coming back from boston, duluth feels like the middle of nowhere. the duluth campus is dead. i swear i'm the only person on campus, besides the librarian, but i don't know if she counts cuz she doesn't look like she's got a pulse. it's nice though, quiet, beautiful...

as for the program itself...i'm the only non-native american here. up until now, i've barely come across any native americans at all. all the ones i've met so far have been lazy and unmotivated, and well...limp. that's the only way i can describe it. limp, like a wet towel. crikey, i sound racist. i'm hoping my perception of native americans will change. i think it's going to. my roommate's pretty cool. one of them, at least. the other one, though...as far as i can tell, the only reason she's here is cuz she's poor and needs money, but doesn't want to work. she's gotta be at least 40 yrs old! i really don't think she's actually planning on going to med school. but she's a nice person, so...this should be interesting.
oh wow...just read what i wrote - so much judging going on in my head! i've always wanted to know more about native american culture, mostly how they've assimlated into the 21st century. it's something you never really think of, native americans are one of the invisibles, terrible as it is. we learn about them in our history books, but don't really realize that they're still around. a lot of them here look white washed.how does a culutre like that deal with white washing? it looks pretty dismal sometimes. now there's a sociology thesis...

parents want to give me a party for my 18th. told them didn't want one, i mean everybody turns 18, everybody graduates from high school. well, most do anyway. i spose the party should be for them, it's really their achievement. and what an achievement. heh....