I don't think I ever want to leave Chicago.

( An Open Letter to Neil Armstrong )

Woooow.
I have not looked at livejournal in awhile.
It's funny how you rediscover the things that helped you procrastinate when you have writer's block.
It's funnier to think where I was the last time I really ever read or looked at livejournal.
Time goes faster than I thought.
I miss livejournal, let's keep updating on stuff. We can all stay in touch ( Read more... )

 I've never been this happy.

 Holy crap. I'm going to college.

 I'm starting to have a rather unhealthy relationship with livejournal. I often find myself sitting at my computer starring into the empty text box trying to organize my thoughts. That has gotten increasingly difficult as I've found that there's a fine line between what I want people to know and what they actually want to know. And there's always ( Read more... )

I will go into more detail once I've organized my thoughts, but I've never been so proud of so many people at once. And I love them all. 

 Must get out of house....

 A noiseless, patient spider ( Read more... )

If I could trace the lines that ran
Between your smile and your sleight of hand
I would guess that you put something up my sleeve
Now every time I see your face the bells ring in a far-off place
We can find each other this way I believe

From the hills and up behind, my town
is naked from the horizon down
The curvature is pressed against the raise
We walked ( Read more... )