You know, I had a pretty okay day for feeling so blah about it. I was actually doing alright till it was time to go home. There's something about long walks in the cold. They seem to go hand in hand with long, depressing introspection. The fact is I won't do anything about it because I'm afraid. Always have been. And it's easy to say I'll ( Read more... )

Oh what I would give to be sixteen again.

So, what's up? Not much here. My ipod is sitting on my lap and running through the shuffle, delivering constant music for my listening pleasure. Right now it's playing "Exit Does Not Exist" by Modest Mouse. It's a really good song about the stifling nature of travelling and just wanting to move. Distance. That's a constant theme in Mouse ( Read more... )

Have I mentioned how much I like Bright Eyes out of nowhere? A short while ago I thought Conor Oberst was a talentless hack, and now...

Still working on a post with substance. Hold on.

Did I mention I'm feeling completely kick-ass all of a sudden? Yeah ( Read more... )

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and put on some real clothes. And I feel ten thousand times better ( Read more... )

No. You couldn't really call what I had last night "sleep". But since just about everyone left in my house feels the same if not worse than I do. I could get away with getting up past noon on a Saturday. Now I'm enjoying myself because there is little to do but have some chicken noodle soup and listen to music. Some Broken Social Scene or ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I will turn in my short story, "The Lucky Ones".

The day after, I start part 2.

You can stay mad if you like. That's cool. I can't really tell you what to do anyway, ya know?

Just know that, yeah, I still don't really understand what's going on and I think we should try to figure it out shortly.

I fell asleep last night feeling like shit, but I woke up and now I feel pretty damn okay.

Explain to me how this is my fault, again?