Well, my relaxation-and-seawater-induced euphoric buzz that lasted me through the weekend has faded a bit (not surprisingly).

Yesterday seemed to go by in a bit of a groggy daze, strangely, which led me to decide against over-sleeping in the future.

I keep chasing different distractions, and I never stick to any of them for too long, because ( Read more... )

As was promised days ago on this very live journal, here is the information regarding the masterpiece prepared not long ago by a few wannabe rapscallions with a lot of time on their hands and a chemistry test they just did not want to face. Currently this work of unprecedented genius sits in the care of one Ignacio Font at the illustrious Ignacian ( Read more... )

It's the bird, it must have been the bird ( Read more... )

1: Understand something: I'm not smart, you're not smart - hell, no one's smart! - and I'm not smart for saying so. Today is not a new day, we are not the bright, young future ready to lead the world to some better state of being! We are part of only one state of being, which is always changing but which we do not have the power to change. So, ( Read more... )

Those who live fiercely do so on all levels.

• Why do we find danger to be so beautiful?
• glimmering eyes whose soul was built my sly little stolen smiles now torture me with these smokey visions that yell out "there can be no love"
• "A treatise on transience telling me that we can't stop it, but that at the same time it doesn't mean the end of anything:"
• Life is full of choices no one makes.
• " ( Read more... )

1: I know I'm no more fucked up than anyone else, but as you said that doesn't change the fact that it can be no fun to go at things through the eyes of your glaring imperfections. I'd like to just look at things with more clarity and less impetuous and over-zealous want to do what's "right."

2: Well...just think about it: what do you "want?" Once ( Read more... )

I'm sort-of frustrated. There's constantly this swirling mass of confusion rushing through my mind; at times it becomes docile, or funnels itself in a certain direction, or hides all together. But then when I think that the tempest is gone, it swells back up; more frequently lately, at that. I guess this is what it feels like to just live, without ( Read more... )

I HATE THE SAT. I have spent most of today going over the math section of the SAT 1 book I bought, in hopes of bringing up that score when I re-take it on Saturday. Translation: I have spent most of today wishing to High Heaven that I had never even CONSIDERED re-raking the SAT. I HATE THE SAT ( Read more... )

A "papier-mache Mephistopheles" gets behind the camera and pans across my mind, inserting millions of split-second images as the flashing collage depicting this past year fades to black. Sorting through these feelings and distortions we call memories, I am bittersweet. There is so much that I got out of this period of time; honestly, I can't recall ( Read more... )