..I wasn't aware that the finer things in life just aren't pratical.Life is short. Very, very short. Far too short to please anyone else; far too short to waste years in school; far too short to act like you're in high school forever. I don't regret growing up quickly for a moment... it's not that we can't all be kids every now and then, or that ( Read more... )

..I'm unique, you're weird; there's a difference.A lot of crazy shit happened this year. A lot. And I guess the idea behind my journal in the first place was to have a method of generating closure... I felt isolated and alone with most of my thoughts and actions, since generally speaking, they could not be shared with just anyone. To date, I am ( Read more... )

1. Decide against living with someone you care about to live in a university residence; do this in attempt to meet new (and presumably more exciting) people.
2. When you get to that residence, do everything within your power to be a hermit and avoid meeting people.
3. Use this apparent rejection as the first step in creating an excuse to run away ( Read more... )

It is weird to be a leftist businessman?

I realized how odd my life choices have become the other day when I sold my anti-business Popular Culture book for money.

As I sit here studying for my exams this week, I can't help but think; if I had only been forced to go to high school another year, I would have began studying for my exams earlier ( Read more... )

*beep beep beep*You've barely crawled your way into bed and it's time to get up again. In fact, there is no longer a secure division between days, but rather, just a period of short slumber. Waking marks the beginning of a new day, and the alarm marks the beginning of waking ( Read more... )

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I was afraid, and at that moment I felt small, like... like I had lacked experience; like I'd never be on her level; like I'd never be enough for her, or something like that. You know what I'm saying?

A short clip from "Chasing Amy"I have a big problem with faggots; not gays, but faggots. I hate to make that sort of distinction, but it's there. ( Read more... )

Visions of a Hollywood blockbuster flash in my mind. Not of any movie I've seen before, but rather shots of a whole series of movies that were never written.

..Your shirt says 'Ontario Place.'
..Yes, that's where the Dad Walk was.I looked down at my shirt today, dated June 9, 2002. I remember experiencing a variety of feelings that day. Some of ( Read more... )

I seldom seem to update unless something is bothering me. So I may as well make it big.

Things haven't really bothered me recently. Maybe that's just because I'm not letting things get to me. Maybe that's because I have enough passion in my life to drag me out of bed in the morning ( Read more... )