I need a reason to be in the middle of nowhere...

I don't want to be in Kansas City anymore. I feel like Matt and I live on an island, and not the good kind. No, we live on an island surrounded by TGI Fridays, Perkins and a fancy shmancy little stripmall next door. The scenery alone doesn't get to me either. It's the energy and the interests of the people around us. You see, people tail really bad here, but who knows what they are in a hurry to get to. No one rides bikes, no one goes to coffee cuppings, no one sits at coffee shops and talks with their friends about their great philosophies. (Mainly because there are very few coffee shops. It's not that I think that I'm above this town, I just wish more people would get out.

These students in my issues of diversity class for one example. One girl and I got in an arguement about her beliefs on racism. She believes that we are all born evil and that we were meant to seperate. In one form or another, whether black-white, blonde-brunette, or tall and short. I recommended