I was going to start off by saying that I hate caring for someone, but that wouldn't be true, I just hate some of the things associated with it. Let's say for instance that there is a boy who cares very much for this girl. I think it would be safe to assume that this boy would like to see this girl when he had the chance; to get to know her, hang ( Read more... )

I sit here, people all throughout my room, and I wonder what it is that I'm doing with my life. My room is filled with the fumes of maryjane. It is filled with the sound of laughter and joy, yet here I am, wondering how I fit into the whole thing. Right now, this very second, I wonder... in the grand scheme of things, where do I belong? There are ( Read more... )

In the movie White Men Can't Jump Wesley Snipes says to Woody, "sometimes the sun even shines on a dog's ass." What he didn't say is that most of the time it doesn't. Most of the time its just a dog's ass, devoid of sunlight. Just a big old ass.

I have heard, through a medium I can only describe as the grapevine, that I have been acting " ( Read more... )

Sometimes I sit here and stare at the screen, hopeless, not knowing exactly where to begin. I wish there was someway to convey what, or more accurately, how my mind works. I suppose I will have to settle once more for these words. About a month ago I was quasi kicked out of my house. There really isn't any logical way to explain it other than there ( Read more... )

You are on a game show on television. On this game show the idea is to win a car as a prize. The game show host shows you three doors. He says that there is a car behind one of the doors and there are goats behind the other two doors. He asks you to pick a door. You pick a door but the door is not opened. Then the game show host opens one of the ( Read more... )

For those of you who don't know, which by now is surprising considering the random phone calls I've been getting (enjoying nonetheless), I was in a car accident. The severity of the accident is hard to describe. Why you ask? Well, to be honest I don't remember it. What I do know is I have two rows of stitches on my head that will no doubt leave ( Read more... )

I've come to think of life as a series of decisions. Some decisions have simple outcomes with minor consequences while others are complex with no clear end. When you wake up in the morning you must decide, consciously or not, whether or not to eat breakfast. There are only two options- eat or don't- and the consequences of your actions in that ( Read more... )

I was watching this movie on FX. There was a guy and a girl, friends. The guy is a stoner, graduated from college, is incredibly smart and has only a part time job ( Read more... )

Most people would describe what I'm feeling as sadness. As you are most surely aware, I am not most people. I've been trying to digest the emotions I feel inside and I have concluded that what I feel is more a lack of happiness. Some might say that this is 'arguing semantics', but there are subtle distinctions in our linguistic and emotional ( Read more... )

The semester has finally ended, and which is by now certainly a tradition I reflect on the months passed. The past six months or so of my life have been at the very least eventful, but more important then the frequency of change is the toll that is has taken on me. Never before in my life have I questioned so much who I am and what makes me tick. ( Read more... )