I have never thought of crashing as a good thing until now. One would consider crashing into anything a particularly unpleasant experience... and yet i have found at least one case in which it is not. Though I must admit that Tennessee lambs do not really captivate my soul nor dixie chickens make me rethink my theories on life.... and yet, sometimes simplicity is the best way of getting to know someone on a deeper level. I just wish that I could actually be in the simple place... dixie land... maybe I am not the one who should go anywhere. Or maybe I have already been and know where I must be now.

I went to Europe to find out what I was supposed to major in at school... and I have returned knowing everything except that which I had hoped to find. Now I know where I must be, with whom I must associate myself with, and - consequently - what I must do. At least for tomorrow. One day at a time you know...

I must say though that I had forgotten how refreshing direction is....