ahh, the things we do for poorly-defined-friendships-with-qualities-that-may-or-may-not-be-determined-to-be-love ( Read more... )

( another one of those damned survey things. yay! )

...i can't keep a mood straight for more than a couple of days. not that i'm complaining--it isn't any fun to be lividly frustrated. but i would probably be better off if i could hold onto anger for a little bit longer, since i do have this unexpected tendency to be a complete doormat. not to say i take abuse...but i do let things slide ( Read more... )

...what inactivity will make you do. last night i lit a bunch of candles and tried to paint (despite that i am not at all artistically inclined...i suck) and eventually decided it would be more fun to paint all over my hands and arms...now i can't get some of the color off. awesome ( Read more... )

right. so i don't write in my journal very much. livejournal is such an interesting phenomenon, don't you think? essentially we write for ourselves, to get in touch with whatever we're thinking or organize some thoughts or record memories. things like that. and yet because it's a social network, we apologize when we don't write. forgive me for ( Read more... )

wow, i have nothing to say in this but i'm tired of seeing that crappy poem be the only thing in my journal. i'm bizarrely apathetic and psychopathic lately, doing lots of weird things like walking into walls (and most recently, banging the HELL out of my head on my metal loft) and laughing hysterically at inappropriate times. i have discovered ( Read more... )

concourse B, sleeping in the late Monday afternoon ( Read more... )

i love love. i also love that i just went to type 'i love love' and what came out of my fingers was 'i love you.' i had to go back and delete.

i
love
you.

those are such natural words. i want to say them out loud and not feel like i'm trying.

right now, i feel completely different from how i've felt every other day in the three weeks i've been here, and i'm not sure if it's because i'm realizing how much i fucking love Grandaddy, or because i just talked to jon about the nature of poetry and why i really do love it so much, or because i went on a bike ride for an hour today and i love ( Read more... )

i'm home (as in my mom's house) for the night, and it's actually really nice to be in a shrunken universe, one in which everyone is sleeping, nobody is running around drunk, the temperature is completely moderate, and i can type in my annoyingly clickety manner without waking anyone up. today i woke up at 4--yes, p.m.--and felt completely out of ( Read more... )