CAFFEINE!!! Some scattered thoughts, bare with me.
I am awake, not doing my work. It's lively. I have a girlfriend now! My first girlfriend. :)
It was a month on March 11. I am smitten with her. Never met anyone like her, she's so unique! She's a sophomore at UPenn. She has been on my mind a lot recently... I still don't really like where I am school-wise right now, but she tells me that's normal for my freshman year.
Technology is growing exponentially--I remember when livejournal was the place to be, now it's a minute little island of bloggers who don't even update that regularly.
It is 5am. I have been sipping down a coffee with a shot of espresso for the past 4 hours. :D I'm almost done.
I have a paper to be doing, it's so simple, so mindless, I'm just not into it and I'm not that great at focusing when the subject doesn't interest me: criminal justice 102--intro to law enforcement, i.e. this is the history of policing and this is what cops do. It's so boring to me.
SOME RANDOM JOURNAL SCRAPS. I wrote a stream of conscious piece while waiting for a trolley in Philadelphia's green-line subway... here are some parts of it:
3.12.07
"Everyone is an empty wandering soul tonight life sucked out of their eye sockets empty pockets pay day is two weeks away..."
"...subway rats, trash-laden streets, shoes with no feet slung over telephone wires looking up at a gray sky..."
I don't really like anything I write anymore. I don't have inspiration like I did in Pittsburgh. I miss Pittsburgh... I miss the people I met in my last months there. I miss Jeannie. I miss Erica. I miss Hannah. *sigh*
I need to finish this paper... I will. I will keep doing the work grudgingly just... just do it...
If I were you and I was reading this, I'd be thinking to myself, "Wow... I don't really give a shit." But the point of a blog is not to please anyone else, just yourself.
I'm not sleeping tonight. AHHHHH HAHAHAHAHA! I AM NOT SLEEPING!!! EVER!!! UNTIL I WITHER AWAY! INTO THE BREEZE I'LL BLOW, NO TELLING WHERE I'LL GO!!!
2.16.07
"Imagine brazen, desolate fields covered in untouched snow, bare trees standing solitary, farm houses scattered across the landscape covered in white. It's dusk, a deep blue sky reflects onto the unending earth as we crawl along in the train. Orange begins the sunset dividing the earth and sky, quickly, yet gracefully it slides into purple and again into blue at the climax of the heavens. Silhouetted silos. Small white lights illuminate intermittent houses in the distance."
"Such beautiful land! So serene whilst covered, encased in purity. Heaven. Snow makes my heart feel light and at peace, it must come from a heavenly place."
Is it so narcissistic to want to be unconditionally admired? HAHAHA! That was sort of just a joke but not really. I want to be admired like I admire. I want to be appreciated like I am a form of art. I want to love like art is made, make love like it's my passion. I feel like being more creative, like maybe it is my only way to stay sane in this depressing place where everyone is ignorant and indifferent and rude.
That is all for now. I'll enjoy looking back and reading this entry someday. :) That makes me happy!
It was a month on March 11. I am smitten with her. Never met anyone like her, she's so unique! She's a sophomore at UPenn. She has been on my mind a lot recently... I still don't really like where I am school-wise right now, but she tells me that's normal for my freshman year.
Technology is growing exponentially--I remember when livejournal was the place to be, now it's a minute little island of bloggers who don't even update that regularly.
It is 5am. I have been sipping down a coffee with a shot of espresso for the past 4 hours. :D I'm almost done.
I have a paper to be doing, it's so simple, so mindless, I'm just not into it and I'm not that great at focusing when the subject doesn't interest me: criminal justice 102--intro to law enforcement, i.e. this is the history of policing and this is what cops do. It's so boring to me.
SOME RANDOM JOURNAL SCRAPS. I wrote a stream of conscious piece while waiting for a trolley in Philadelphia's green-line subway... here are some parts of it:
3.12.07
"Everyone is an empty wandering soul tonight life sucked out of their eye sockets empty pockets pay day is two weeks away..."
"...subway rats, trash-laden streets, shoes with no feet slung over telephone wires looking up at a gray sky..."
I don't really like anything I write anymore. I don't have inspiration like I did in Pittsburgh. I miss Pittsburgh... I miss the people I met in my last months there. I miss Jeannie. I miss Erica. I miss Hannah. *sigh*
I need to finish this paper... I will. I will keep doing the work grudgingly just... just do it...
If I were you and I was reading this, I'd be thinking to myself, "Wow... I don't really give a shit." But the point of a blog is not to please anyone else, just yourself.
I'm not sleeping tonight. AHHHHH HAHAHAHAHA! I AM NOT SLEEPING!!! EVER!!! UNTIL I WITHER AWAY! INTO THE BREEZE I'LL BLOW, NO TELLING WHERE I'LL GO!!!
2.16.07
"Imagine brazen, desolate fields covered in untouched snow, bare trees standing solitary, farm houses scattered across the landscape covered in white. It's dusk, a deep blue sky reflects onto the unending earth as we crawl along in the train. Orange begins the sunset dividing the earth and sky, quickly, yet gracefully it slides into purple and again into blue at the climax of the heavens. Silhouetted silos. Small white lights illuminate intermittent houses in the distance."
"Such beautiful land! So serene whilst covered, encased in purity. Heaven. Snow makes my heart feel light and at peace, it must come from a heavenly place."
Is it so narcissistic to want to be unconditionally admired? HAHAHA! That was sort of just a joke but not really. I want to be admired like I admire. I want to be appreciated like I am a form of art. I want to love like art is made, make love like it's my passion. I feel like being more creative, like maybe it is my only way to stay sane in this depressing place where everyone is ignorant and indifferent and rude.
That is all for now. I'll enjoy looking back and reading this entry someday. :) That makes me happy!