is a beautiful, soul-crushing thing. sometimes a heartbreaking phone call is all you need to realize you actually have it pretty good.

i don't know.

more thoughts later.

i can't tell you how much peace of mind this sentence brings me. for so long, i thought that i was crazy. nobody believed that i was head over heels in love with geoff, regardless of our "relationship status," no one thought that i had his best interests in mind, as well as mine, no one could comprehend the deepness of our friendship. no one ( Read more... )

at 14 years old, he wrote a book called "defining conservatism", which is basically just a huge hard on for republicans and conservatism. scariest far right bullshit ever, coming from a fucking kid whose balls haven't dropped yet and still has a prepubescent voice. although i am all for a more informed, educated, opinionated youth, becoming a ( Read more... )

today i laid down to take what i thought was going to be the most delicious, big, fat cat nap of my entire life. after 15 minutes of staring at my wall, i suddenly was hit with motivation: i would work on the jane austen paper that is due on friday that's been hanging over my head like a cloud of gnats. hopefully this will clear the air a little. ( Read more... )

so, to avoid doing my homework (currently a four page french paper on different conceptions of love and pleasure, yeah..) i stalked everyone that i know on facebook, went on myspace for the first time in forever, and then went on this to see if anyone keeps up with their journals. answer: no. however, i am fairly certain that i will, that i will ( Read more... )

you were right, you didn't deserve me.

"are you feeling okay? you have a fiona apple glaze to your eyes."

"...the writer can only imitate a gesture that is always anterior, never original... Did he wish to express himself, he ought at least to know that the inner 'thing' he thinks to 'translate' is itself only a ready-formed dictionary, its words only explainable through other words, and so on indefinitely ( Read more... )

i hate the y chromosome, it's a fact.