( A few goals )

More than ever, I appreciate being
(i.e. working, walking, reading, eating, sleeping, exploring, drawing, singing)
alone.

Without changing something.. soon.. I think I'll have been the same variety of lonely idiot for two years.

I can't talk to people I find fascinating, and when I get to know more about people with terrible, interesting characteristics they're all wrong for me on every other side.

My Massacre Day Feast is going to be familial and delicious, celebrated at the side of a lake.
How bout yours?

I'm never going to be caught up enough to 'figure it all out.' No matter how hard I try to dig my heels into each day. I've got to accept that these supposedly significant blocks of 24 hours are just stills in a badly edited and still growing home movie. I love being young, or at least appreciate that, despite all these awful interludes and doubts ( Read more... )

Do you ever have trouble remembering that what you're trying to juggle right now is valuable to your life in ways that don't pertain to deadlines and satisfactory performance? Jobs and tests, homework and taxes. Reevaluating stressors in terms of personal importance as well as logistical necessity or priority is like fucking with the lights on - ( Read more... )

Well, not really alone ( Read more... )

Back at Hampshire is an acceptable place to be. I'm cooking and reading, working on bikes even in my non-free time. I'm happily living the same reclusive lifestyle that I developed in Seattle and shipped out here, but this year a weekly load of veggies, many fruitful dumpsters, and a working kitchen of my own take care of the social obligations ( Read more... )

Four months of news belittled ( Read more... )

New developments involve bikes, boys from San Fransisco, children attacked with ski poles, and sleeping alone for the first time in months.

Slightly overdramatic notes to self:
-Lindsay is the best person to happen to me in a very long time.
-The Bike is still a stranger: proceed with caution and hope ( Read more... )