I'm just deleting Shramana. I really couldn't care less at this point. Reinvention and redundancy is the fundamental basis of reality, why hold on to a past I'd only value for its existence? Such jealous, avaritic expressions... My life is a series of ironies ( Read more... )

Well, I won't get to do actual belly-dancing until probably next year... I may very well sign up for it for PE credit whenever I can. Watching Chrissy, Lauren, and Aarthi dance is so cool. There's certainly an art to it, on a different level than I'm accustomed to. I mean, everything is an art, right? I'm just used to calling the abstract things ( Read more... )

Dear Universe,

You son of a bitch, your jokes aren't funny. Shut up and go home, nobody likes you anyway.

...

Just kidding. I love you, buddy.

Warmest wishes,
Max

I want to lie face down in the mud for the meaningless liberation it offers.

I'm going to belly dancing on Wednesday and I'm working out with Ben tomorrow.

Next week is spring break.

Lmao Ze Dong, Director of the Absurdly Communist Chinese Party. Second in command: Lol Tse Tsung.

I feel bound and chained.

PS: The nature of thought is that it establishes expectancy, which undermines the thought's basis in reality, thereby increasing the chance that the basis itself will cease to exist. To best achieve a passive existence, thought must be eradicated.

( Explitives )

So I'm making (have made?) this journal friends only. Atleast for a time. Comment and I'll probably friend you. Or I might beat you with my hulking Zen Stick. Or Cthulhu might eat you early. I don't know, I'm not a doctor ( Read more... )

This emotional roller coaster is killing me. It stole my sleep, it disabled me from working, and it's making me fucking bipolar. I'll be happy one moment and sobbing the next ( Read more... )

The only thing that bugs me about the breakup is the insecurity. I used to be able to hug people with impunity because I wasn't, you know, single. But now I am, everyone's drawing from context that doesn't exist.

I seriously need to get my ass back to France.

I approach life in such a French manner. Jean-Charles told me I surprised him by not being much of a tourist (i.e. living at his house and in Orsay and the surrounding tiny villages instead of gawking at Paris all the time), though he meant it in a, "Why were you so lazy that you just sat around? There's so much out there!" but then I came back and ( Read more... )