I'm not doing a great job with this journal thing, but losers never prosper or something so I am going to keep on a-truckin ( Read more... )

This weekend I did a bunch of bombass shit ( Read more... )

I'm recording this, not for its content, which is trivial and menial, and frankly emotionally weak. But rather just to keep up the updating habit ( Read more... )

I helped Bress move his couch in the other day. It was a mind bending affair, but myself, Kush, and Bress succeeded in the end. Tyler showed up late and will probably try to claim credit of the deed ( Read more... )

I finished with the four final marathon ( Read more... )

I went out to Edison's on Friday upon Jared's beckoning, and against my better judgment. I have four finals, M, T, W, W, and they are going to fuck me raw and bleeding. I should stay home and study, I knew this. I waffled all day long, but I kind of knew I was going to go the whole time; it's no mystery that I am a sucker for these people ( Read more... )

Life is good. Well, life's not always good. Sometimes it's one thing after another, sometimes it's challenging, sometimes it's great. It goes without saying some days are better than others. That in and of itself is not a problem, or a surprise, or a solution. I need to change my mind ( Read more... )

Gotta keep writing. Even if it sucks, it's something. Keep putting words on the page ( Read more... )

And in front of the crowd a figure approached the front. His gait was a measured step, calm and controlled. He was tall, his shoulders broad and athletic. Strong features, determined but not overly so, etched like old stone into a perfectly crafted head sitting upon a graceful and powerful neck. He was ageless, clearly not young, but as if the ( Read more... )

I'm eating myself alive ( Read more... )