Went back over some entries that I wrote not-so-long ago, and realized I used to be a little spicier, flourished a little more. And that I enjoyed myself writing for someone else. Because those entries were only half for me and half for you; these days I write for me me me, a little act of diarrhea to help clear the system. And I don't write ( Read more... )

(Follow up: The grades turned out okay. I'm good now, but man. What madness ( Read more... )

Had an interesting conversation with Karl, predicated on the preciousness of Stanford credits, and the idiocy of going broad (premed and econ) instead of deep (where the true value of Stanford is). That isn't what he said, but the general impression I got, he's a really nice guy and wouldn't say anything mean. But it makes you think and ( Read more... )

It's funny how you come to respect people you always thought were too insecure to be trusted; how an offhand statement will throw you into indecisiveness and apprehension. It's strange, and disturbng, and you find that you're not as confident as you thought you were ( Read more... )

Home for Thanksgiving. Have decided that I like school a lot, and can handle family in small chunks. Can't wait to go back. (There are more reasons than classes, right, don't look at me like I'm a dork ( Read more... )

Started watching Eva (prolly not a good sign, since there's going to be midterms every week from now until break) but it woke me up from the slump I'm going through. You know, the type where you just want to curl up with someone and then HAH! realize you have no one to curl up with ( Read more... )

A line from donny's crazy new haven adventure with a Jamacian crack dealer. It started with a sign on Bingham A reading "Farris, I'm in the jeep. Love, Donny" posted with much forethought before donny aware he could be enter the building if he was escorted by yale security. It ended with us waking up, realizing donny was with us again, and many ( Read more... )

water. Salt water. Smells like salt, tastes like salt, and for the long ride back I was constantly surprised when I licked my lips and the bitter saltiness burned. (The ocean was amazing. So big. It gives you perpective. Anytime you're depressed or sad or feeling like you have failed, go to the ocean. Watch other people beside it. Realize ( Read more... )

that I seem to be suddenly flooded with guys who are miserable after losing their girls. Their angst reverbates against AIM windows and a sulk clouds their every word. Listless red-rimmed eyes blink at the sunlight and unfocus dispairingly. I don't care. I still want a guy ( Read more... )

I meant to write a few days ago, when ( Read more... )