Making resolutions is difficult for me. I cannot think of life as anything segmented, and resolutions necessarily segment life. That’s not bad, really, but it also doesn’t work for me. Still, I want to say something because I am, to some extent, a word-person. So, here: I want to keep becoming the person who I ultimately want to beMy more ( Read more... )

I learn by word vomit. No. Seriously. I learn by opening my mouth, vomiting words, and then trying to figure out what the hell I'm saying while I'm saying it. This is apparently not all that unique, which I suppose is a good thing, though in practice it must lead to something of a headache for the non-word-vomit-y ones. I try to be at least ( Read more... )

I'm really very perplexed in many cases; this is what I think in the here and now and this is, by no means, concrete or unchanging or all that rigorous.

( Epistemology, ontology, bears oh my! )

Happy fucking spring break. Here. Have a blizzard ( Read more... )

Maybe I cried a little.

( Hiroshima, Nagasaki & The Bomb )

I agree with the Romantics - it's all about stretching limitations ( Read more... )

Thanks to: Jenny (soujiokita), Kelli (stormantia), Holly (lonely_firefly), Gina (cadenza354) and Jacob (lystellion), as well as Raul, Lynn and Elaine, id est those losers who don’t have LJ ( Read more... )

I can’t stand this. I hate this. I can’t decide whether I want to fucking curl up and die or start sobbing. I don’t know what to do.

I feel sick.

Okay. I have one essay done, but the one that actually requires thought is staring at me and I’m saying “no, please no! I dun wanna ( Read more... )