I rushed summer....and now it's here...and now im bored. There's nothing to do except clean house and go to work. I live with a bunch of Everquest freaks so their time is spent doing that...EVERPLAY EVERQUEST. I guess it's good for them, but i dont have a all-consuming hobby...so im bored.

"Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all’s right with the world." Ada Louise Huxtable ( Read more... )

I think i've always wanted to teach. I thought I always wanted to teach high school. However, the more i analyze the inner-workings of a public school system, the less i want to get involved in the tedious bureacracy of the system. My new goal also includes a tedious bureacracy, but at a different level...the university level. I want to be a ( Read more... )

In my line of work, i talk to strangers every day. I NEVER speak with someone i know. It's great to speak with someone and know only the city they're from. Everything is clean-cut, simple, and impersonal. That may sound harsh, but when you talk to 50 or more people a day, impersonal is the only way to go. However, I made an exception to that rule ( Read more... )

One would think, that the truth is always the best policy. And i agree with this cliche, in most cases. However, it becomes a different story when it's a full on game of "going for the jugular". Is there anything wrong with asking serious questions and expecting truthful answers? Absolutely not. I think it's important to let some of those feelings ( Read more... )

My mom has been after me for a very long time to "clean my room". It's not that my room is a pig pen...it's just full of stuff. Since I moved out last year, it's been hard to go and do it. I lived in that house almost my entire life, and lived in that particular room for over 10 years. It contains my entire childhood. What is so great is that it's ( Read more... )

As we sat chatting over a dollar burger (or 3), i realized that i didnt want to be anywhere else at that particular moment. As our very pregnant waitress casually refilled our drinks, we talked about everything from drowning squirrels to missing car stereos. I picked these 2 topics because they are the most bizarre. It's amazing to me how two ( Read more... )

The hurtful things that we said settle in my heart
There, a dark seed is planted.
My thoughts race.
Will this be the last time?
The seed sprouts.
Why is this so hard?
A bad feeling gingerly escapes the seed
And sinks roots deep within.
My heart cracks like thin ice tested in the middle of a dark lake.

Well well well...it's been like a million years since I've talked to myself. No one really reads this except one or two people. So it really doesnt matter what i say because it's never going very far ( Read more... )

Ok, lets do it again...

*enemy*