Here's another one of those nights where (and I don't know if it's because I'm so tired, or people I've been with today) that I'm very... without sounding too silly... tender. Quite sensitive to things, people's voices on the phone, wall colors, the bathroom at Borders. I'm floating around all these places and I'm dizzy with feeling and just want ( Read more... )

You will believe in love
And all that it's supposed to be

Ugh, I just ate about a hundred and fifty Jelly Bellies. Rufus Wainwright comes to mind. When doing something great (like eating jelly beans, so many flavors, how do they do it!?!) How will I ever know when to stop. Am I doomed to overdo every joy until I'm sick, and if I can stop my self, what then? This is hard.

Sarah Kobetis, yes you Sarah, seems to have some strange control over my mind. Not only has she planted that infernal Milkshake song, (which I'm singing in my head as I type) but she has completly convinced me that college in canada is the best way to go. University of Toronto is the new dream, (Toronto's great, it's Chicago without the slums!) and ( Read more... )

My cousin died of a drug overdose on Friday ( Read more... )

I haven’t felt happy like this in a long time. It’s not that ecstatic happiness, and it’s nothing like the satisfaction of being in love, but it’s that teary-eyed, nostalgic warmth, mixed with humble accomplishment. I love the Freshman/Sophomore shows. I know I’m reading too far into this, (like everything) and will be horribly embarrassed at my ( Read more... )

A Thought in the Great Cryptic Tradition of the Live Journal

I look for things that aren't there and find them.

So I’ve been building bookshelves. Four, to be exact. From twelve till seven, it has been nothing but procrastination and bookshelves. I’d been gathering supplies and mulling over the design for the past two days. This is my only major accomplishment over break, not much else has gotten done ( Read more... )

 
I see it all around me and realize our helpless state. Friends call sobbing, the journals are brimming with it. We are constantly in the business of turning each other’s love sour, as if love weren’t rare enough in this world. We don’t return it, we betray it, we misunderstand it, and rage against it, so turning our most precious gift (our most ( Read more... )

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