The last entry had more tags than writing, I'm afraid. But it should not be surprising ( Read more... )

Today was an odd day. I don't know that I accomplished anything in a material sense, but I feel as if something happened. Something changed within me; however, as I said to a dear friend, I'm not sure I'll remember this in the morning ( Read more... )

music blares behind, brilliantly ( Read more... )

My neck is stiff,
My joints are sore,
I am weathered, feathered and old.
The song has been sung before,
but never did I hear its chorus.
To hear the bright colours of youth,
To see the sounds of infancy,
Well, that would be swell.

I would first like to say that I finished reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower. The book stirred quite a few of emotions within me. I did wear my Adlai Stevenson button, and my John Lennon shirt ( I hadn't worn that in quite some time.) I did shave last nite ( Read more... )

Today, my fellow Americas, is the 35th anniversary that they shot Bobby Kennedy. Yeah, it's tragic. But, also, it's well, I'm 17. yeah. deal with it ( Read more... )

Manic Monday. ruby Tuesday. One More Saturday Night. Monday, Monday. Yesterday. Today. Sunday Bloody Sunday. yeah, those are all the songs I can think of that have days in'em, ya know?
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I happened to notice it has been a few days since I've updated. Yeah. Oh well. I'm tired. I am. I feel all drained and shit, not quite up to snuff. It'll be okay though. I just, I need to sleep. basically. anyways, I mainly just wanted to post a poem. . . comment on it, please. I wrote it to-day, and yeah. Warning: admittedly, it is a bit sad. I ( Read more... )

I didn't leave you with that entry I had wanted to make friday night. I didn't recount my adventures with mr. hartley, or my lazy sunday. no, of course not. Instead, it is now Monday evening, the night prior to the AP English Examination. By the end of this week, another era will have ended. Unfortunately, troubling moods threaten such ( Read more... )