There are not enough words in my vocabulary to adequately describe the waves of ecstasy vibrating through my bones and up to my goosebumped skin. I noticed him on the first day of 8th grade, but I didn't talk to him, because I didn't really talk much to anybody. I didn't talk to him when he was lugging his gigantic band instrument through the halls ( Read more... )

I finished a non-summer college semester for the first time without failing any classes on purpose. I got 4 A's on purpose, and a B on accident.

I don't think that deserves a reward, but at least I'm learning to trust myself.

Baby steps.

Happy new year.

Dear little sister, love of my life,
You are way too special and important to worry about what others may do better than you.
The fear of failure too frequently prevents brilliant ideas from being put into action.

I suppose a post is in order, as it has been a year. I don't know how many of you still read this thing. I read it all the time, but I have a lot of free time and somehow feel at home staring blankly at a computer screen. (Yes, Greg, your computer is still working out lovely--though rather loudly. I can never thank you enough ( Read more... )

I know it's not a big move like leaving the state or something, but it's gotta be a start.

Fuck Cane's.

I'm really not sure where I'm going, but the past year has been good for me despite what some people might think. I'm still not sure what I'm passionate enough about to study and do for the rest of my life. It's kind of hindering my progress a lot. But I'm getting by just fine and becoming more of the person I want to be. My attitude definitely ( Read more... )

On days like this
I wonder
why you exist.

I miss you and
you shine so brilliantly
but...sometimes I forget
the implications of plummeting towards you.

Do I really need you?
There are false suns
for warmth
for growth
for illumination.

On days like this
you just shock my eyes
and distort my already hindered view.

And I wonderon days like this ( Read more... )

And maybe the moment will move with me.

I want to live where soul meets body ( Read more... )

I'm feeling really short and out of shape lately, which isn't good considering what happened the last time I was feeling like this.

I wish I was a bank teller instead of a cashier/fry cook.

The following is the love song I'm singing for my new bed:
I’m so happy I could scream ( Read more... )