Over the past few months, I have had frustration building inside of me--not to the point where you see it every day, or that I'm incapable of smiling--but its always on my mind, and it always surfaces everyday. I am tired and I am ready. But I am so tired and disillusioned that I'm not currently sure whether or not I would have the pluck I needed ( Read more... )

This sort of thing always happens. You get a taste of summer...and its delicious. You're taking vacations, sleeping late, planning dinners, seeing some old friends, and lazing about the house in pajamas until noon. It's all great. Then suddenly, one day, completely out of nowhere (though, now it's certain that this sensation has been building ( Read more... )

Boys and girls, the time has come for a bedtime story. Now I'm going to warn you in advance, because it is a little frightening at times...but everyone will tell you that the story will have a happy ending. (after all, you're fabulous and talented, and those kinds of stories always have happy endings ( Read more... )

I'm having a familiar bout of nostalgia. I'm fairly certain that it will past, because I already came to some realizations about the past awhile ago. But tonight I had a moment in memory and it made me a little sad. I don't know what happened to some of those old friendships. There seems to be some anger there...otherwise it would be easier ( Read more... )

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Listening to Jimmy Eat World and ignoring the screenplays in front of me. New Jimmy Eat World song--at least for me. I found it thanks to a very old very who didn't enough know that they were introducing me to it--but you know how you can know about a song the second you hear the very beginning of it? Yeah, I felt it with this one and went ahead ( Read more... )

Its another night in summer where I haven't washed my hair and had too many cups of hot chocolate. I watched four episodes of Sex and the City with my mom that I rented from Blockbuster on the way to the grocery store this afternoon. In a way, it was my back-up because I knew how other plans had started to fall through with a frightening ( Read more... )

Thy fingers make early flowers of ( Read more... )

Male choral. 7th grade? Was that right? That song is beautiful. Wish I could still find the tape of that performance. I suppose this sort of thing always happens as you are coming near the end. You start remembering all sorts of stuff. The end of another year. The end of another chapter. Cause this time, its time to get serious--or so they ( Read more... )