Thank you LJ for stealing my first publication rights to nearly all of my poetry.

Hooray for filling out the Census that spawned creepy, government-driven rap commercials.

I had a vvery strange dream last night. Maybe it was because Lenox dish buying made me think of Laura, or maybe not. It was one of those all night dreams, the kind that continue after periods of waking up. It started off all normal like. I was wandering around Piper High School when I ran into Laura. But she was mad, real mad. And she threatened to ( Read more... )

After over three years of waiting, and ten years of being unable to look past the end of my nose, I am finaly happy. The waitin is over. Life is great overall. Maggie settled in great with Patrick and I, and we just got a German Shepherd puppy who walks so close to us we trip on her. Patrick and I no longer fight. I see how hard he is working and ( Read more... )

It's strange to me that those who get convicted for selling cocaine an methamphetamines to undercover police officers are really the sweet ones. Talk about two personae. Yeats would have had a field day with this man. He was one of the nicest people ever. And even though he's been running from the law for 5 years (which I did not know the extent of ( Read more... )

It's been established. I will not havee a salary once I grauduate from college. I'm not meant to sit in a cublicle to squabbly over passie sentences and dangling modiffiers. I flourish by inspiration. So I will persue the things that inspire me ( Read more... )

I finished moving today. I'm very tired. I've been running up and down three flights of stairs or trying to shove a hotel cart through heavy doors that don't open very well. And I just feel like I'm doing this all on my own. I feel like I am going to have to juggle things unnecessarily for the rest of my life. If this is the Real World I hate it. I ( Read more... )

You know what's really hard? Coping with family loss? You know what's also hard? Watching his house morph from granpa's mustard yellow to pink. I don't think he ever would have painted it pink? Don't worry granpa, Ill fix it when it's mine.

For 8 years now I have not lived without you. And it is so silly, so childish to feel the way I do with this whole situation. But you shaped me into who I am today. You gave me the ability to look inside myself, to reflect my emotions in general. And those emotions, the same ones I draw from Maud Gonne, are what fuel my works as an author. YOU are ( Read more... )

I feel like I ride the anticipation but not an event. Like how I am done with high school and remember very few actual good things. Like how I am doing the same thing for college. Like how I seem to be inclined to losing friends, perhaps because I like finding them more than keeping them.Well, maybe not people as human being, but people as clicks. ( Read more... )

Sorry about the long entries; I want to do an LJ cut but I can't remember the code or whatever.

PS 15 more days of college, 16 till I get to VA