I don't write in this journal anymore, but I'm going to keep it for memory's sake. Peace!

Current: Listening to music, playing too many video games, recording a lot, writing a lot of poetry, prose, etc... because of my Creative Writing class, sleeping at 1 AM, waking up at 8 AM for school... having buses run out of power... read Darwin, fail to read all of Darwin, think too much, waste time, sing too much, work out

Need: Be a scholastic ( Read more... )

I'm starting to lose my sense of wrong and right.

Sit. Listen. Let every tolerable noise become intolerable. Let white noise be black noise. Let the noise that sits in the corner of your consciousness stand up and be fully realized ( Read more... )

I've always kind of analyzed livejournal and some of its structures and how you can tell how someone is when it comes to responding to their comments.

I've always thought that (disregarding the mood of the original poster) certain types of comments are easier to respond to. Contrariwise, some types of comments can be viewed differently, and are a ( Read more... )

Hmm. I need sleep.

I sometimes see life as a ball of velcro. You can throw it down a path of uneven, random chaotic fuzz, and you sort of get attached to the things that you don't expect. You end up liking those things, and the hooks on the ball of velcro are your passions. But then something comes along and pushes the ball of velcro along, and you have to painfully ( Read more... )

perfection arrives at my best wits at the eve of my arrival... though i feel not my lingering fingertips i feel the broiling of my uncooked thoughts... these thoughts that deserve to be consumed and regurgitated by all man so that all will taste and see what has become of me. my footsteps echoed in the night -- echoed of the night's discontent and ( Read more... )

It's ten to 3, this is the worst I've overslept in my life. hahahaha. I have to go to church in 3 hours, and I'm probably gonna have to ditch my friend who's going to a jazz show. Lame.

I did have some wicked dreams, though.

1) I was in some weird Watchmen universe ... I was some kind of Rorschach, and I was carrying an important briefcase with a ( Read more... )

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