Both Rachel and Chelsea have posted about what they want for their futures. Some of these things have been smaller necessities (e.g. "a wall between the kitchen and the dining room") and some of these things have been much bigger (e.g. "happiness"). And, their postings got me to thinking about what I want for my life ( Read more... )

I, quite simply, love this man. Why do I feel like something magical has been happening lately? Like everyone is finally through with pretenses? Like we're actually, truly done with acting like complete jerks to one another? Anyway, read a bit from Mr. Johnny Mayer's blog and edumacate yourself on nothing new.

And, yes, my new icon is all sorts of

So, I'm back from outer space! Get that sad look off of your face ( Read more... )

ca·thar·sis [kuh-thahr-sis] -noun, plural
1. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, esp. through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.

( Feel It )

I find myself more contemplative than usual tonight. Thoughts fly about my head like beautiful glints of light that I can never catch and whose color I can only describe with words that will no doubt sound fantastic and flowery. I think I write to rid myself of the beautiful demons; it's an earnest attempt, to be sure, but it has yet to prove ( Read more... )

Voltaire has been whispering in my ear as of late; my history teacher quoted him the other day, my friend alluded to an obscure phrase yesterday, and I came across a review for a book that used one of his quotations today. So, I have decided to oblige fate and listen to the French philosopher. It turns out I rather like the man and thought I ought ( Read more... )

I joined a creative writing class at my school. It involves waking up at an ungodly hour (alright, I admit, I only have to wake up at 6:00 A.M.) and writing even more than is generally required at my prestigious school. Why would I ever take such a class ( Read more... )

Alright, so, I planned to have at least five replies to my entry entitled To Tell the Truth before answering. Alas, I am terribly bored. I shall add to this entry as I receive more feedback. Also, this remains open to the public until a question of questionable reply is asked.

( Questions from Washu )

How unreal life feels now that the play is over! I cannot explain why playing pretend makes me feel alive; it does and I miss the sensation. Nothing compares to the adrenaline rush that is theatre and the companionship that is the cast. Yesterday, when everyone involved with The Long Red Herring gave their words of advice and encouragement before ( Read more... )

Okay, so, firstly, I would like to apologize for not posting in a week. It was very bad of me to leave you to your daily lives without my musings on Sherlock Holmes and teenage romance. Secondly, I would like to apologize for coming back. I am kidding, of course, as I would stop typing if I were truly sorry. But, enough with my silliness, already! ( Read more... )