Spelunking on the internet, dangling like a positively charged magnet hoping to attract some iron filings of companion-communicationship off of the dirty cave floors i'm looming in. No fucking dice, charles manson. This weekend was horrid, i got nothing done and sat wasting away in my kitchen, mainly staring out the window at the white sky, empty, ( Read more... )

i woke up and the world was eggshell white and black. my curiosity is dead from work.

where did it go. everything escapes definition. it is cold outside.

I just had the worst crit of my life. This could've been worse than the drum audition which made me a drug-addicted idiot back in 10th grade had I not been so steeled about my process and product. no-one understood my choices and, when someone understood what I was attempting to do, the class bashed him for liking my work. kids kept talking about ( Read more... )

I feel kinda gross and girly. Someone wants to be naughty with me and was really overt about it ( Read more... )

I always read the .docs people leave on our communal computer desktops. A fragment of an 'artist's statement ( Read more... )

Tee-hee-hee! Confirmed are me and one guest for DJ Hell @ Soundbar on Friday! Free before 11pm :). Yes, I am so fucking cool. No, I've already got someone to go with. Yuh.

A neurotic development. Because of my frequent and deafening exposure to loud music through the usage of iPod, I now have a nervous habit of thinking I'm breathing too loud. In any social situation where I am listening to music and multi-tasking, I begin to hold my breath for obscenely long intervals because I think I'm huffing and puffing like I'm ( Read more... )

Oddness rises up when the sutured past (is this possible?) pops a plastic stitch and confronts you with the 'what is going on' on the other side of your potential plotline hemisphere. Amanda's mom calls and is worried about her- she didn't call and do I know where she is? I politely answer that i don't. Am's mom calls me later to inform that it's ( Read more... )

back by popular demand- now non-friends and anons can post in my journal.

werd. i didn't know maren still read this thing. kind of embarassing when you consider that many of the entries in here are about my childlike crush/ longing issues about us. hm... she hasn't brought it up yet. She's probably pretty smart...

I dreamt that I was walking in the California desert by the side of a road. Amanda appeared with a smaller, sweet boy by her side. We looked at each other with no obvious impetus. She was with someone else and she was happy, she was appreciated. I suppose that's all I wanted as well. She left, happy, and I left, secure in my destiny to walk along ( Read more... )