Thursday, November 3rd, 2005. I have no friends. I'm not getting into college. Paul is only an evaluator and not a pyschologist; that upsets me. I can't write anymore. But this is what I wrote today. It's part of what I've been writing, a series called the November Diaries. But I have two different November Diaries. One is Dension Witmer-ish (he's ( Read more... )

Total Neglect of LiveJournal for MySpace. How much do I suck? Especially that I've been writing side stories and not putting time into my more favorable works of art such as: Songs About The Snow, Lemonade, Paper Airplanes....and that one that I don't have a name for yet. Everyone should go see Avenue G. It was mad funny.

"The thing about ice ( Read more... )

I would like to take a moment, and for those reading this, to put down some lyrics that mean something. Brought to you by the great and ever so talented, Bob Dylan.

Come gather 'round people
     Wherever you roam
     And admit that the waters
     Around you have grown
     And accept it that soon
     You'll be drenched to the bone.
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I was laying on a couch last night and I was thinking about that no matter how much people change, they always manage to stay the same. And while I'm on the topic of change, I'd just like to say that it sucks, but it's life. I hate how relationships changs and people change and friend's change and you change what you want as often as you change ( Read more... )

Updating for Scoot.

I found something I just started typing over the summer. This is all I have of it; it didn't really go anywhere. Perhaps I'll use it for future inspiration? Or someone else could use it? It's not so much a story, just words you know?

Dodger had black hair the color of crows. His eyes were those of ravens and his ( Read more... )

It's true that

Fallings stars stop eventually and ships do come to dock

And

Lovers become liars who send their loved ones into shock