I tend to write in this journal when I feel very strongly about something.  The substance shifts over time.  I've written here in times of great sadness, astounding inspiration, furious anger, and even drugged stupor.  In times of great calm I tend to shy away from expression on this medium.  I do not feel that great sighs of relief need to be ( Read more... )

I should never have activated my facebook page. I've added a few people, and I've now been able to hop from one friend to another and basically have access to my entire high school and all of my past relationships.

I might be the only one who feels this way, but I find it entirely creepy that most, if not all of my old friends are either married, ( Read more... )

In Denver Mark threw up in her hair while we were driving down the highway with the cruise control set on seventy-five. She sat in the passenger seat with his lunch dripping down her forehead and the sides of her face. She shuddered and her breath was rapid and short. We pulled over and she threw up into the brown Denver side-of-the-road dirt ( Read more... )

About an hour ago I heard someone yelling outside. I imagine they were in the parking lot of the gas station across the street. From the sounds of it, a man was yelling at a woman. It is getting warmer out and I leave my windows open. Even so, I wasn't able to make out what they were saying. I was watching a terrible movie on hulu anyway, so I ( Read more... )

I am not sure how the impending budget cuts at Georgia Southern are going to impact the upper level courses for writing. From what I've heard, they are going to offer some on an alternating schedule. I assume that this will require those courses to have a larger size and therefore a less personalized feel. That is quite unfortunate considering ( Read more... )

It seems that not many people use their livejournal any more. I can't blame them. It seems like every time I log in they've revoked privileges. I can no longer surf backwards in time for hours reading old posts on my friends list. It is a shame really, but I'm guessing that the cost of bandwidth and the lack of overall viewers has made revenue ( Read more... )

How many?

I've found very quiet things.
I am content.
I wonder if you are content with your not so quiet things.

I hope we don't destroy everything beautiful before we destroy ourselves.

In the forest the sound of the interstate hums against the trees ( Read more... )