I've been making a lot of books. This week, my bookmaking instructor set out a couple hundred rubber stamps and told us to play. I picked a few that I liked the look of. I'd worry about a story later. There was a clock, a trunk, some bones, a window, a pile of letters and so forth. I stamped one on each page. I bound it with a black cover and a ( Read more... )

1. Put your iPod (or media player) - on shuffle ( Read more... )

I had never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich until I was 17 years old. I love them a lot now, and I wonder quite often why my mom never made them for me when I was little ( Read more... )

one: Who are your last 4 texts from ( Read more... )

Sometimes it can be really disappointing when someone doesn't have the reaction you were hoping they'd have. Like your mother.

But it's okay. You're trying, which matters.

I feel like I've lost some of my ability to express myself in written words, due to the fact that I don't fucking write anymore. I don't just mean up here, but in "real life" too ( Read more... )

The more exciting my life gets, the less I'd like to talk about it. Have you ever noticed that? We spend a lot more time talking about the things we're upset about rather than what's good and right in Whoville ( Read more... )

I'm glad that I'm still young and am able to recognize that I will always be young. And never too old for anything that makes me happy.

So I'm going to quit my job.

And do something else. Everything else.

I know all of my entries are short and vague nowadays, but I think you get it.

You can only plan for so much. After that, you just breathe it in. Whatever it is. And breathe it out.

I feel really philosophical today.

I just feel like my life isn't good enough. It isn't somethiing enough. And that's why I have to work really hard in my brain every day forever.

There's so much to be done.