I am looking out on the gray day. It is a sulky cold day where the wind nips at your skin and bites at bones. It is a day where I could curl up in a little ball on my bed. In my bed I would dream the entire day away. It would feel good and maybe it would feel better if I cried a little bit ( Read more... )

Well, let's see. Today is Tuesday. I feel spent. I feel worn. I feel like not doing anything and liking it. It is the case, however, that such behavior would be cliche for me. It would be passe and nothing new ( Read more... )

I read that, scrawled on the wall of the elevator in this residence hall in wich I live. It isn't a bad thing, but it isn't a good thing either.

I spent the entire evening working on a self portrait for my drawing class. It didn't turn out. I am upset by this because I spent so much time and money into it. I also put so much effort into it. The ( Read more... )

But I am really disappointed in myself. I spent a million years on this drawing today, and it looks like complete shit.

I guess I don't really feel like talking about it.

What am I going to do? Another drawing? I dunno.

All I know is that I feel like an idiot for wanting to cry because my drawing looks so bad.

I hate that.

It is a lovely day. The sky is a tint of gray. The air is crisp, and as a matter of fact, it does smell like fish and mystery ( Read more... )

Currently my life has been going okay. Too bad I can barely find the energy to do my homework let alone write in here every other day. That is too bad, twice. I guess that it will all amount to something someday though ( Read more... )

This morning I wake up to Jamie tapping me gently on my back. I gaze up at her with a half understanding of where I have been and what I have done. I think of what I have done in the pre-hours of the day. When the moon was still glowing and laying silver sheets over every thing in the darkness. The room slowly shifts and turns into a place that is ( Read more... )

Well, there is a lot of thinking that goes into everything and I think that the best thing I came up with today is that drinking coffee drinks with too much caffiene in them definitly equals a sleepless, shitty bad time. Twice. I just want to roll over and sleep. My mind won't shut up, and I wish it would ( Read more... )

Considering that I have a reletively low key schedual, I am able to accomplish so much in such a fabulous block of 8 hours a day. I was able to finish up two papers and hand them in and have them actually be good ( Read more... )