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so... I have once again been guilt-ed into updating this. most of these posts are from other blogs that I've kept going, so if you've read any of the others, then ignore these... you've already seen them. I've spent most of the last year working, taking classes, going gaga over a girl, driving my friends nuts talking about said girl, and taking ( Read more... )

Lately I have have been visited by a dead friend. I don’t dream often, but when I do they are extraordinarily vivid. Over the last year or so a number of these dreams have included a friend who passed away while I was in Germany. This wouldn’t strike me as strange except that out of all of the people that in my life that have died recently I knew ( Read more... )

As many of you know, I'm working on my history minor. I love history. I love literature. I love looking at the different ways that people have viewed the periods in which they have worked, and which they have studied. The problem with this is "who is correct?" much of history, at least here in the western world, is taught through the eyes of ( Read more... )

my summers over the last few years have all been rather interesting. ever since I started college my summers have been a little different. some summers were spent with family, others with friends, several have been spent in ruston working, and two were spent in Europe. This summer is no different in most respects. I'm again spending the summer ( Read more... )

It's been some time since my last post. I've always had a difficult time keeping up with these things. to tell you the truth, I mostly write for myself and find it difficult to let much of what I write sit in the open. There are a very very few that are allowed to touch my many notebooks, and fewer still that understand any of what is within them. ( Read more... )

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OH how often noble intentions have disguised ignoble desires! Mine are no different and I am no better! Here I confess my failings and mourn the tattered remnants of my illusionary honor!

Oh Me, Me, Me!

I return to "write through it" yet again, but what am I here to write through? I write because I have been unable to write. Over the last week I have spent each night with my fingers hovering over the keyboard, or my pen poised over a page in the hopes that the words will come. Every night I am disappointed. I am overburdened and uncomfortable and ( Read more... )

The first mark in a sketchbook or journal holds a very special importance. It is the purpose of this mark to set the tone for the rest of the entrys. The first mark within these notes was an entry from my MSN space discussing my purchase of a new camera. That particular mark did not serve its purpose correctly. it was a weak blurb about nothing ( Read more... )