So, I'm 22, bored, and singin' the blues ( Read more... )

Housesitting looms tomorrow. A week of solitude is always welcoming ( Read more... )

And although my eyes were open, they might have just as well've been closed.

Eventually, the Conqistadors stopped looking for Cibola.

And so am I.

Fuck this shit, I'm done.

Pessimistic yes, it may seem
But if you've been there, you know what I mean.
A struggle and suffering that won't go away
It won't go away.

I feel like doing something extremely impulsive. But all being impulsive has ever got me was into trouble ( Read more... )

Jesus Christ, what a weird, bizarre, insane, surreal month.

Lots of ups and downs.

I think I am ready to turn the page on it.

And I still haven't found what I'm looking for.

So I'm so close to the end of the semester that it is quite exhilarating. Just a few short weeks away ( Read more... )

All of a sudden I kind of feel sick.

Goddammit. I hate when this happens. Here we go again.