I just woke up from a fucked up dream. I was at a party and it sucked. It was boring and upsetting and it sucked. At the beginning of the party, I went into some quaker guy's room. He was white with a brownish-red mustache, and he apparently lived in an apartment next to the apartment the party was being held in, even though there was no ( Read more... )

So after a productive day and night in New Jersey, my sister is sitting on my floor crying, and I can't offer anything like I usually do, I just have to tell her to sit and cry while we listen to Tori and I write a LiveJournal. And my head hurts. And I feel useless. And I feel like my head is going to explode. Roy thinks it's the lighting. I' ( Read more... )

This is a bit of a revision of the first entry. I take it back when I say I've felt "down." That's not quite it. And it's certainly not anti-social. And it's not even self-reflective. I remember earlier in the summer and in the year where I was down, and where I did have writing/thinking block, and I had to alleviate it by sort of forcing my ( Read more... )

That title is alluding to the infamous "Alien or Monkfish" series that my little sister Pamela drew on the ground with chalk, which includes a lot of likenesses of recognizable creatures only with semi-deformed heads, with lines like "Alien or Cat?" and "Alien or Elephant" written under them. If you don't already know, the other evening, after a ( Read more... )

So this is my new LiveJournal. My old one is barely me anymore ( Read more... )