I don't write as much as I used to. When I was in fiction writing I wrote almost every day. I had ideas that would pour out of my hands, sometimes making something generally coherent. Same with poetry writing. Since school stopped I've written maybe three poems; whereas during the year I was up to 2 or three per day. Maybe I'm in a funk, maybe I ( Read more... )

 I've been writing, and reading, and thinking. It's all been pretty awesome. I had a dream last night, I wrote an amazing song, and sang it somewhere. I just wish I could remember the words, cause they were magnificent.

I'm going to write a book. About this amazing trip, and all of the ridiculous shit that happened along the way.

So, apparently, I'm hearing voices. That's good, right?

This is the first year of my life that I don't consider there as home. I know that I'm always welcome, at least in certain places, at that there are people on either end who are always happy to see me. That means a lot. Sometimes I still wonder how my life would have been different if I'd stayed behind.  I wonder if the choices I made here would ( Read more... )

The semester is almost officially over. Awesome.

Band practice? Getting better.
Little guy 2? Fucking beautiful.
Still writing poetry.
Stopped biting my nails.
Chemistry today=failing miserably.

“He laid emeralds in her eyes!”

said loud as a battle cry

and ripped apart the riffs with his broken, shattered teeth.

When clawing at the door

and beating on the floor

just pummeling on the boards to try and get beneath

But never did he find

what was tearing at his mind;

for the object that he pined was always out of reach.

And then without a ( Read more... )

Someone once told me that they didn't believe in coincidence. That for every action there was an equal reaction somewhere in the universe. It's an awfully romantic thing to think that everything that you do has it's own purpose. That in the scheme of things, in the big picture, everything matters and you aren't just a speck on a speck floating in ( Read more... )

Gonna get my hair cut tomorrow. It's super ridiculous at this point.

I've been writing a lot of poetry. I like it, it gives me a creative outlet, and I think that I really need that. Usually it's based on something that I see that day, or something that I have to read for class, or even just a movie that I'd seen recently or that I really love. I've written three based on Donnie Darko, and they're some of my ( Read more... )