I am in the midst of a good life. That is all.

I haven't even started my countdown. Forgot all about my birthday month and birthday week...where have I been ( Read more... )

At the sake of repeating myself over and over, this song makes tears well up. For no good reason other than the pure power in the way it's all connected ( Read more... )

sluggish. I've made more amazing and real friends in the past couple of months then I've made since I started school back in 02, or even 99. And now, not only do I want to spend all my time with them living, but I also have a thesis paper to write, two photo classes to take and print for, an amazing philosophy class, a twentieth century art class ( Read more... )

So I looked in the mirror and was surprised to see myself. The hair threw me off. Do I look like that? It's all very short now. Plus my face is falling off. Not from stress or heat though.

I set down the can at the same time she did. But she's got longer hair of a different color. And she's drinking root beer. I try to remain interested, but she's boring me. Words of family, of law, of new ethics. A discussion for her point of view. Some small talk to my left, what building are you in? what floor? response - 51. oh, i bet ( Read more... )

oh, del. “Fuck apathy, I ain't got time to blame the world for my problems.”

ohdelohdelohdelohdelohdel. gee whiz. do i have a story for another day. that's what i get for laughing and passing time with the wrong james. times, like, totally, two.

about to turn in my first official photo project. matted and everything. sun and escape are major elements. pictures taken in NYC, the olympic peninsula, an alley, at su, by looking up, along fifteenth, off of rainier, a park behind my house. this means something to me.

other than that, it's a countdown. winding up and going.

What's more beautiful then waking up to sunny skies, falling back to sleep and waking up again to sunny skies? nothing. man. nothing. I couldn't have asked for a better weekend. sleeping in, relaxing, not letting it get to me. eating mismatched dinner with john and drinking pbr with greg katie and a different john than the one i ate dinner ( Read more... )

So, I can't stop listening to come home baby julie, come home by American Analog Set. It's about as addictive as anything. god damn ( Read more... )