Because without it, I get nothing done ( Read more... )

Sometimes I am very, very terrified of things disappearing. I am always thinking of these people that were once such a large part of What I Was Doing, and then remain a large part of Who I Became, because I can't seem to separate the two, and I can't seem to let go of any the ways that were... I wonder sometimes, will these people wonder what has ( Read more... )

It looks like some of the pressed leaves fell out on the carpet; I wouldn't be surprised if there were other things too ( Read more... )

There always seem to be things for dealing with, and as long as I am not dealing with them, I will not have to think about how un-dealt with they are ( Read more... )

How do people go about ranking things when running through the possibilities? It seems to be that fear and nervousness are not directly proportional solely to the number of potential outcomes, but also to their magnitude, graveness. If it is true, how did my good-to-neutral window become so small ( Read more... )

Today, while sitting by the wall in Logic, I studied the hair parts of the professor and the students between us, the thread counts on sweaters, and the types of head warming gear under desks ( Read more... )

It happens every now and again that when I should be experiencing excitement I am instead experiencing extreme nervousness.

Sometimes when my roommate brings her friends over I just sit behind my desk, listening to their conversations even though I can't understand a word of it.

Sometimes I think its not worth it to dart through groups of cut-throat speed-shopping bargain-hunters to get fourty discount fruit cups.

Especially not with a family history of being run down by shopping carts.

When I started this journal and titled it "Sitting on the Fire Escape" I'd never actually been on a fire escape ( Read more... )

My hamster is deathly afraid of me ( Read more... )