WHY CAN'T I HAVE NICE THINGS?

Also, do journalists no longer care about the life and death of the American dream? And if they don't, does anybody?

Reading "Fear & Loathing at Rolling Stone," a collection of some of Hunter S. Thompson's articles for Rolling Stone. He really gave a shit and they were brilliant. Everyone in the 70's gave a shit. Not really the same anymore.

Well, goodbye 2011. In retrospect, possibly the biggest year of my life thus far. Art directed an amazing magazine (and won 5 national awards for it), graduated (for the last time) with a masters degree, left school for probably forever, got an honest-to-god real journalism job (and still designing), moved to Corvallis and into my very very own ( Read more... )

Feeling completely worn out. Mom left to go home after an awesome week of mommy/daughter bonding, which always just breaks my heart a little. I'll see both folks in two weeks, which makes it all feel a little better, but it's still hard. Usually I don't know when I'll see them next. But such is what happens when you choose your life to be in ( Read more... )

Just reread a few lj posts from eight years ago. Eight years! You know, all this time I've been complaining about how I'm not as smart or as creative as I used to be, and it just now hit me that that's complete shit. I'm WAY smarter than I was even four years ago. I've just been so specialized for the past three years now that I'm not as readily ( Read more... )

Today was a pretty decent day. A long day, but decent. Put the awkward guy related thing behind me and had an oddly juxtaposing revelation at the same time. As I was walking past a kid's clothing shop downtown, I noticed the adorable froggy raincoat and matching umbrella, which put the image of me holding the hand of my own little tot wearing said ( Read more... )

Not feeling a whole lot better today, despite the good things that did manage to happen, i.e. getting Habibi in the mail from Melissa and seeing a movie with Jane. But the sad, guilt trip-y phone call from mom certainly did not help lift my spirits, or take my mind to happier places. Still thinking about Friday night and the no response from ( Read more... )

Tonight is the first night since I've been in Corvallis that I've really felt lonely. Which is really a terrible feeling. It goes deep, bypassing those easily ignorable, shallow cesspools of on the surface feeling, straight to that aching, gut wrenching and heartstring nipping, impassible abyss of feeling. Ugh ( Read more... )

I've been in Corvallis for a whole 3 months, and already I've settled into rote: go to work (which has its own rote), go home, go to derby practices, cook on Sunday, go back to work. It's not terrible, but it's also not terribly exciting. There's no spontaneity, no excitement. I shouldn't complain, though. I have a decent job (a job! a job!) doing ( Read more... )

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