grooving on a melody; "look around, choose your own ground..."
Well, it's another Saturday night and I'm off to "work" (gamble at Black Oak).
After a bit of a slump in November (which I am still not sure why it occurred) I am back, baby. Of course, I texted beeg that after a certain event earlier this year, and I was disastrously wrong then. But I know I'm not now.
It is amazing how things change.
I'm still not done with the school bullshit.
I have piles and piles of books to read, and I keep adding to the pile, rather than shrinking it.
I had an interesting drinking experience on Thursday night, to say the least. But, we'll leave it at that.
What should become of this journal? Poetry blog? Politics? Movies? I need some sort of focus and cohesion, because every time I try to take that panoramic of life, I get scared to breathe.
But I'm not scared right now. I'm thrilled. And it's not bittersweet, either. :D
After a bit of a slump in November (which I am still not sure why it occurred) I am back, baby. Of course, I texted beeg that after a certain event earlier this year, and I was disastrously wrong then. But I know I'm not now.
It is amazing how things change.
I'm still not done with the school bullshit.
I have piles and piles of books to read, and I keep adding to the pile, rather than shrinking it.
I had an interesting drinking experience on Thursday night, to say the least. But, we'll leave it at that.
What should become of this journal? Poetry blog? Politics? Movies? I need some sort of focus and cohesion, because every time I try to take that panoramic of life, I get scared to breathe.
But I'm not scared right now. I'm thrilled. And it's not bittersweet, either. :D