Just fer the record, how I'm feeling right now is very terrific.

Camp is perfection. I love being Assistant Waterfront Director. It's a lot of responsibility, but such a blast. To be honest, I was pretty damn terrified to go back to camp. Last summer was the best of my life. There are many people not working that contributed so much to that ( Read more... )

Summer.  Oh, Lord, Jesus, God, Allah, Buddha.... Whoever, thank you thank you thank you. Glad to be done. In more ways than I could ever count. I anticipate extreme pangs of nostalgia as time goes on. But I am obie kabie with that.

"What was I really hanging around for? I was trying to feel some kind of good-bye. I mean, I've left schools and ( Read more... )

Gettin by till May.....

Play practice.

Homework.

Amigos.

I am sure I will be sad someday about graduating. But will I? I suspect I will be. Because I hate good-byes. Because I get attatched to people. But I am beyond ready to leave some things.

I am ready to go to college. Sometimes.

I do know I am through with the whole ( Read more... )

I wish that my Dad still painted ( Read more... )

No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around
Christian brothers gonna take him down
But it can't help me get over
Don't be cross
It's sick what I want
I've seen the boss blink on and off
Fake concerns is what's the matter, man
And you think I ought to shake your motherfucking hand
Well I know how much you care
Don't be cross it's sick what I want
I've seen the ( Read more... )

A poem is....

A powerful piece
A painting
A personal portrait
A pain
A portion of prose
A perfect point
A proclamation
A paranoid proclamation
A pensive perennial
A purple petunia
A perforated page
A prescription

Godspell. I'm very excited to throw myself into this production. Sometimes you need to lose yourself in things that ( Read more... )

I always forget to be truly thankful on Thanksgiving.

I am thankful to be leaving. Leaving for college soon. Leaving for Florida on Sunday. There's not many things I ever think I really need. This trip is one of them. And the weekend after. I sure am thankful for December 1-2.

What if I have my own holiday? Grateful Day. Basically the same as ( Read more... )

What am I doing?
What am I doing?

I don't know what I'm doing.
I'm doing the best that I can.
I know that's all
I can ask of myself.
But is that good enough?
Is my work doing any good?
Is anybody paying attention?
Is it hopeless to try and change things?
The African guy's a sign, right?
Because if he isn't...
then nothing in this world
makes any sense to me.

I'm ( Read more... )

and just like that, i feel restored ( Read more... )

sometimes you just feel like feeling sorry for yourself. i know. i know. i know. those times when you know that things are good. but you still want to wallow.  what the fuck? since when do i want to wallow?! but i do. i want to wallow. think of things. think. really. of all i have. so?

no. do not succumb to this shit. its all a state of mind. but ( Read more... )