drop in the bucket. all emails sent to the ppl i want to meet with. let's see how it goes. i think i'll continue to re-write this regardless, it's actually really fun. dreams not idyl. \m/X_x\m/

here's a fragment of a short story i'm working on that's got a working title of 'space dive'. quite honestly i have no idea how good it is because i don't often show my work to people nor ask opinions. i figured i'd drop it here and see if i got any comments. criticizim is more than welcome or even just a that sucks or that rocks. lemme know, if ( Read more... )

8 rolls of god damn duct tape ( Read more... )

practice rocked today. the meeting was full of 'you need to be on-time' and 'we can't fuck this one up' bs, the usual, we're bout to rock this hard if we dont' screw it up big time shit. appropriate, but i'm not the one that needs to hear it and i'm tired of it ( Read more... )

this not being able to use my wrists thing has been impressively lame. glad i am, that now i can hold a fucking book open. i think i'm done with bouncy stilts. there isn't a single way i can think of to practice those without caution. ... i *hate* caution

tonites drunken madness has been brought to me by injuries suffered on bouncy stilts.

salmon spaghetti seasoned with god knows only what, bulleit burbon and pbr. yup. i'm fucking plastered, that'd for god damn sure!

it's not that they want my help or want to see my contribution to their dreams, it's that they want my dream to stand beside theirs. what dreams... what dreams... what dreams are coming....

yesterday's influence is nearly removed... but the memory is still strong.