Not gonna lie - right now, I am STARVING. I could REALLY go for some food ( Read more... )

So I'm reading my weekly issue of Newsweek when I stumble upon this tiny little article, which has a fabulous opening ( Read more... )

I saw Bill Clinton yesterday. He came to Mary Wash to talk on behalf of his wife. I stood quite near the front and cheered when he came on. He gave us a thumbs up. I was brimming with excitement. I like Bill. I like him a lot. As a president and leader. As a person, I don't know him. We don't talk on aim or hang out on school holidays. No - I don't ( Read more... )

We sat on the couch together today and I was livid. Not as much - but just so. I could hear his voice and I was -in truth- listening. But something else was wrong ( Read more... )

God, livejournal, you'd think I wouldn't ignore you so much now that school has started but look at me - seems as though I have. Well, I guess my last time to write was in the LL at late hours of the evening when nobody was in here. It feels late but its only 5 45 ( Read more... )

This morning, when I woke up, I laid in bed for a long time debating my next move. I do this nearly every morning. I think, just five minutes more. In the back of my mind I know I can't afford those five minutes, but its too late. Five minutes has passed. I leap out of bed in panic. I seem to always be leaping, in panic ( Read more... )

I most certainly do not feel like being at work right now. Chris gave me a cold. It makes the back of my throat feel almost numb and my head feel very heavy. I'm tired always, too. I realize now why I don't watch movies. Because they throw me into another world and don't release me for well over a day. Same with books. Worse with books. Much worse ( Read more... )

Why is it that after finishing a book like that I always narrate my thoughts and arrange everything in my life as if it all has some divine and epic purpose ( Read more... )

I find I am more tired and more weary when these Mom-things happen. I also find I don't know how to talk about it or bring it up, not even to the closest attachments. When it is brought up, however so, my words fumble and falter as they exit my mouth, and my voice loses its audible clarity. I am losing the desire to speak ill of her or of my ( Read more... )

though my story's seldom told
i have squandered my resistance
for a pocket full of mumbles
such are promises