I was so proud of myself when I wrote this, the final line for my monologue in this semester's Archi script. Love, evolution, a comical jab at what we females are looking for in a mate, and an all too eerie reminder that the future is something we cannot predict or envision. I took a look back at my blog posts on this blog hoping to get myself back into the blogging spirit for my next upcoming adventure, and what I found brought me both smiles and chills. And I realized that essentially that's what all my blogs and journals have been for...for that feeling of being able to look back and be reminded of some detail or some thought process that was momentarily forgotten. I wish I could explain more about my thought process behind my line, or even my monologue in general. In our writing circles my style has always been write it out, write it out, and words that sound good together might not necessarily make sense, but it works. But my carelessness in being precise with words...spok...
