But I really only cry when I'm frustrated.

Now, I haven't felt a sadness like this in a long time... maybe not ever. It's a very strange combination of things, and not necessarily bad. It's one of those moments where you can see how you've changed, how you're changing, how maybe you're gonna change... And change is always sad, at first. I guess you ( Read more... )

Not really an apology aboot the last post, BUT it was a bit stream-of-consciousness--perhaps that makes it more real, or just harder to read? At any rate, due to my sickness, I haven't worked on the book in over a month... and all these new poems are boiling in me, ones that actually have to do with Whittier (haha--irony for me and Laura, who ( Read more... )

Today, I feel light-headed and seem to perceive things with a distant sort of clarity of the kind I usually have, only without the desire to scream. I can't imagine being any farther from crying than when disagreeing, mostly silently, with my professor about Futurism vs. Dadaism.

As I eat my green jello (which I can't finish--it's been a long time ( Read more... )

Has not been a good one... well, in some ways not. For most of the past three weeks I've been sicker than I've ever been in my whole life--hopefully, this time, I am recovering ( Read more... )

8:48 AM: I have a curious love-hate with my roommate TayTay's very loud and very obnoxious alarms... I mean, they did get me out of bed just in time for my class today. My phone had fallen underneath my guitar case somehow...

--9:30 AM: Despite the fact that I refused to read Franklin's Autobiography, whilst Adams was talking aboot his contributions ( Read more... )

--and mind feeling too blank to really update. Passed music, so ye ole grade point average went up a bit. Started new classes--didn't get into Math (my fault entirely), so I might be taking American Popular Music. We shall see ( Read more... )

I regret to inform you that I have been too busy to post, just as I've been too busy to write during this JanTerm/Spring semester interim break, because I have been too busy having tons of hawt butt sex. Both ways.

Thanks!
Yours sincerely,
Andy Faggott

--'cause I'm too busy being a slut and studying for this music final (in a three more hours) and playing waaaay too much solitaire. I'm semi-multi-tasking, obviously ( Read more... )

--LJ, but Twitter is where you can keep up to date on some of my more moment-to-moment activities... slutty activities. ;P

So, Brian called me tonight--it's always fun talking to him, wild and loud. But it makes me miss Sacramento more and question whether I'd be happier living it up there or doing my thing here in Whittier... not sure on that one.

I ( Read more... )

 Okay, so maybe we're not at draft zero status...*collapses* I still have about 24 poems, but I think I need to write a few more...XP

For the record, I did finally type up "Study of a Squirrel", rewrite (from memory--but I like it better now) "And Now Here I Am..."--which is retitled "Finally". Though I'm thinking of renaming it AGAIN, 'cause I  ( Read more... )