oh, I got a new journal. I wont use this one anymore.

My mother and I had a funny 2 minute conversation. It involved me talking about the University of London and studying in Asia. Dont sound so indispositional mother. I found the perfect program at SOAS. Plus British men everywhere. Yes please. Japan will probably send me to Biwako which sucks, I hate the country side. I want to go see the Aoyagi ( Read more... )

UCLA STUDENT GETS TASERED IN THE LIBRARY


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Oh, I was taken off the resperator awhile ago. My heart is fluttering. Chris Lopez is a good physician. I hate admitting to love, its like Im giving up teenage angst or something lame like that. Fuck, next semester, I dont know what Im going to do with myself ( Read more... )

This is repititious beats of the human carbine. We are passing along the artery highways and veined sewers. I am breathing oxygen here, fixing a cut there, requiring atiquacy to stop insurgency. I cant wait til the day that the surface breaks and I can flow freely, out into a sunlit subjigation of imminent death ( Read more... )

I keep deleting everything I write. Indifference in anything is the equation for destruction. Hence my lack of expression. Hence my lack of emotion. There is something unsettling about all of this ( Read more... )

So last night, my roomates and I were at least able to find hilarity out of a few things ( Read more... )

Today I went to the international fair in the U of M union. We blew the lady off at the front and I got in because I live here ( Read more... )

I'm stretched out across the sofa. Today was our recovery. Stephanie was the only noble roomate who did not nap. Michael, Lauren, and I slept erradicaly throughout the day. I'm sure Bryan was sleeping at his house too. It felt like forever ago that I said goodbye to Lauren even though it was this morning ( Read more... )

I love my parents; my father told me it was ok if I bought a pound of Turkey from Whole Foods for 11 dollars a pound. As long as I was eating healthy ( Read more... )