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How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!


About Lo
SO here it goes. MY life seems to be interesting. Everything is always going on and somethings always happening. I have a lot of thoughts and a lot of theories too so I think I'll keep them safe and sound here. I've always wanted to write a blog about my life. One day, I was just sitting in the LSU library and realized, with all the shiz I find on the internet and with all the chiz that happens in my life, I could write a blog.

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The Beginning
15 March 2010 7:35 PM
For some reason everyone in the world is interested in death. No one knows the circumstances of death or why it has to happen, but the unknown is completely and irrevocably a curiosity catcher.

I'm not sure if anyone will read this, but in my short 20 years in Louisiana, there is always something going on or going wrong. Lets take today for instance. I'm an RA in one of LSU's ResHalls. My favorite resident/friend runs down the hall way and whispers to me "I'm talking to the police". Since you [reader] don't know: my hall is CRAZY. I love them, but we've had some serious problems. As the RA of the interesting floor, I worried something else was going down that needed my attention.

Around 11 AM Sarvnipun Chawla fell from the roof of the Life Sciences building. My resident witnessed it. He took his shoes off and opened a locked door to the roof. Tell me he was not going to jump. BUT I feel extremely bad for him and his family. All the love I have in the world goes out to them. He was pronounced dead twelve minutes after he fell.

How weird.

Not only that but I've had this crazy burning sensation going on in my chest for quite sometime. grrr.

So to you, my new and maybe invisible reader, I bring you this conclusion. I think everything is connected to me.

"We are none of us alone. Even as we exhale, it is inhaled by others. The light that shines upon me, shines upon my neighbor as well. In this way, everything is connected to everything else. In this way, I am connected to my friend even as I am connected to my enemy. In this way,there is no difference between me, and my friend. In this way, there is no difference between me, and my enemy.We are none of us alone"