I had a dream about you last night. You came up to me while I was browsing books in the library and stood there, watching me silently, until I noticed you. It felt like a second, but that was dream time. You looked wishful, like you'd been waiting a while for me to notice. Then I looked at you. And the stacks behind you were blurred, and ( Read more... )

Sometimes you think to yourself, "How the hell did I get myself into this position ( Read more... )

I use this a lot more than I use any other blog, and since I do that, most of the entries are privatized so that only my closest friends can read them. And, you know, there are some people who aren't on LiveJournal who qualify as that, but it's an issue of trust. The writing that I do for myself is ALWAYS limited to either me only or those close ( Read more... )

Just from the beginning of my studies, I can see that most of the art around this was photography and advertising.  Well, that's most of what I'm seeing.  Not sure if that's most of what's there.  So I'm going to be focusing on racial issues in art surrounding the building of the railroad, and maybe I can focus on art now when learning about the ( Read more... )

I'm sort of a forgiving person. Even those that I've sworn off for life aren't sworn off for life. It's a saving grace as well as a downfall. I keep giving people chances when I get done with the anger that makes me say "not again." Example: someone says mean things about me; I say mean things back with not an ounce of regret, leading to not ( Read more... )

He said he loves me!  I said I love him!  And I knew it would happen!  I found me a good boy.

Here's an idea:  I think the older we get, the more we appreciate having a Friday or Saturday night free.  Tonight I went to ComedySportz and was completely tired out by the middle of the second match.  I was walking from CSz to my bike back at Old Point and completely relishing the walk.  It's rather cool tonight but it's so muggy that you'd never ( Read more... )

I remember a while ago, it was brought up that I use my journal as a means to say something that I have trouble with saying to people's faces.  Because this is so personal.  On one hand, I'm tired of this being so personal, so I'm going to start up with the handwriting thing again (it really feels right), and on the other hand, I this is my journal ( Read more... )

And sorry if anything I said was mean.  Yesterday was a weird-mood day for me.

"In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person's ( Read more... )