Intermittently, for the last two hours, I've been watching VH1's 100 Greatest Love Songs. Strangely familiar songs distract me from my book, ones I probably heard emanating from the frontseat of my parents' metallic robins-egg colored station wagon while I gummed a pacifier.  And I feel a tide of emotions pulling at the base of my heart, ( Read more... )

More than a year ago was my cradle existence. I have said before, and more than once, that I felt something like entering the world for the first time then. But it was different. I saw the world with fresh eyes, yet with the eyes of at least miniscule experience--very sublime indeed, actually being able to realize that those sensations were the ( Read more... )

Me and Chelsey danced in the parking lot at Bravo after prom.

"make it last (MAKE IT LAST ALL NIGHT!)"

Last weekend, I shaved with a non-electric razor for the first time in my life, shaving cream and everything. I now feel like I'm at least one full percentage point closer to being a mature, adult male. That makes about 16% so far.

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Religions: there's a bunch of them. Christianity being one. Imagine "Christianity" written at the ( Read more... )

I just read through my first four months of livejournalling. And I would like to apologize for those months, as well as every month after. What was I thinking using all those stupid big words? I was just a big, fat wad of pretention, and for that I am sorry. I suppose it would have been one thing if I actually had an impeccable writing style ( Read more... )

I think the worst form of non-violent torture for me would be to be forced to sit in some grassy knoll or something, with my favorite book in hands, right next to the cacophony of a four-way intersection ( Read more... )

Not really.  Though, I have been working.  That is, my actions resemble what the majority of people would call work.  Work implies progress, and I believe I have made some of that.  But the quality of that progress, however, may soon be called in to question (i.e., the next time I go to class, when I give my speech, etc.)

I miss reading fun things ( Read more... )

Amidst the torrential rains last night, I attended a birthday party at a cabin in Townsend. When it came time to claim my place of slumber, I initially called dibs on the pull-out. But Chris' puerile pout (and my own stupidity) convinced me to sleep on the floor. I slept for four, undisturbed hours, until waking at 7 a.m., blanketless, shivering ( Read more... )

I was born eleven months ago. Not really. It's a meta-fer ( Read more... )

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