A world consists of a self, ideas, an environment, and objects in the environment. Objects are what background noise isn't, designated specifically. Objects aren't inanimate, they're people, and not all people - the people you choose to see as distinct non-stock-character individuals. Life is the interplay ( Read more... )

Summer today. Walking off my grandmother's front porch, sweet, but wholly imaginary honeysuckle is heavy in the air. First of all, it's mid-November. And second of all, I don't think there's a honeysuckle plant for .5 mile in any direction from her house. I've checked ( Read more... )

But probably not, because I don't make much art, ever.

( In Art History, I talk about writing. And when I try to write, I end up drawing )

I noticed today that my parents and family aren't anything more than friends right now. There used to be a set of behavior, smiles, conversation topics, familiar gestures, and affection that was reserved for them. I never questioned or thought to question their love or acceptance; I felt absoloutely comfortable sitting with them, no motives, no ( Read more... )

I really wish I knew what was going on ( Read more... )

I've played the piano for 9 years as of this week, according to my mother ( Read more... )

On thursday, I was bored enough to eat outside. No more whiz quiz right now, no more commons, obviously. So I made a list. Of places to go and things to do ( Read more... )

This is the third time I've tried to post this ( Read more... )

I have been called detatched, or dejected before. And I think I can tell you where that comes from. I have a habit (I am unable to simplify it to terms of bad or good) of convincing myself that the people making me feel terrible, or what they said, is baseless or stupid. It almost always works. If you told me tommorow that you hated me, and you ( Read more... )