Sarah gave in...

and got a twitter.

Because.. she just doesn't have time to really update people on life... and doesn't have internet at home still.

twitter.com/sarahtuch

enjoy.

Living on the edge.

On the edge of what you ask?
I wonder that myself.
But I want to live there besides.
Not only do I want to live there, but I want to love there.

The End.

Pismo Beach: Staff Retreat

I'm just saying

If there is any sport I can get behind, it's Men's College Hockey. And that is because I graduated from the best school ever.

And this is why.



GO BU!

My heart is so happy.
Best comeback! Incredible!

Empty Journals

There's something so promising about an empty journal.

Something that excites me. The prospect of doing new things, thinking new things, recording new things.

I find an impulse to buy empty notebooks often (though rarely do). And yet, when I buy one, I have this hesitation to use it. There's something wonderful about an unadulterated notebook. There's something beautiful about it's blank pages. What... dear notebook, should you be filled with?

I hesitate to write, not wanting to err. But that also moves me to buy more, empty notebooks... more chances to start over, anew. New blank pages are forgiving of past notebooks.