This is how it happens: I'm writing in my paper journal, can't really feel any sort of consciousness, and I think back to when I used to write pages and pages on Live Journal. I tried to start  a new  journal on Blog Spot, but my voice came out contrived and alien.

So here I am.

A year or so has passed since my last post. I will do the update in 5 ( Read more... )

Coffee

I am loving the new Aesop Rock.  I’ve been listening to a lot of rap and jazz lately. An urban soundtrack?

Nahhh. I am probably the only kid in the world has mushed his dogs through the Alaskan tundra for 6 months, while listening to Danger Doom, Beastie Boys, Cannibal Ox, and Peanut Butter Wolf.

Aesop is coming to NOLA on the 13th on ( Read more... )

I'm home late from school. I stayed to help some kids decorate our haunted house. I was on my way out when they accosted me and begged me to help carry up some partition walls. I was then inspired to create "the worm hole." It's a narrow tunnel of cardboard boxes that will eventually be draped and textured with garbage bags and foam. A small eighth ( Read more... )

Tuesday is gone. It always takes a long wretched Monday to remind me that each day comes after the next and life’s no so bad. Yesterday was long, though.

Yesterday was long because Friday was so bad. I had a mini psychotic episode that went like this: 6 uppity bitches started their day the way the always do, taunting a slower boy until he hides in ( Read more... )

    Hello? I feel like I should hear an echo ( Read more... )

All my fears about moving back home were affirmed this past thanksgiving. There is something seriously wrong with my step Dad. There’s something wrong when a 23 yr old is afraid to go into the kitchen and he paces back and forth in the hallway until his stepfather leaves ( Read more... )

I had a good birthday. I went and saw Walk The Line and ate some Chinese food. I finished the night up with some Cold Stone Creamery, Pumpkin pie in the sky. This was when I was still with Melanie. Anyway, it was very chill, and I was so relaxed, since MHS let out for fall break ( Read more... )

When a tie, dress shirt, and slacks no longer feels formal, you know things are changing. When you’re driving home from “work” (oh, it’s work, but not getting paid sort of undermines the common notion of the term) at 8’oclock at night and you stop off at a coffee shop to grade papers, as a break, you know the earth must be off its axis or something ( Read more... )

Molly, You and V are friggin' HELL-AIR-E-US ( Read more... )

Yup, I yelled at my students twice last week ( Read more... )