Do you remember the moment you first realized everything was going to be alright? I do. I was driving west on the Santa Monica Freeway with Paul, Emily, and Cassandra, and the sun was setting and we were listening to "Everything Will Flow" by Suede with the windows down. And I knew things were going to be okay. Just for a second I felt it and I was ( Read more... )

Dear Everyone ( Read more... )

I haven't updated in quite some time, and I am sorry for my inattention. I offer, therefore, two poems I've written for my poetry class this semester. The first is in anything-I-want style and the second is a sestina, which has a very specific structure. (That's why there's patterned repetition of words.) Enjoy!

( Poems )

Don't ever change, don't ever worry
Because I'm coming back home tomorrow

(And now, I am home. Call if you would like to hang out with me.)

To keep the level of angst to a tolerable level, I will stick with my decision not to get into a lengthy rehashing of Rosie and my break-up. Despite popular notions, this is not, nor has it ever been, the proper forum for such conversations with oneself or such explanations for one's friends. If you want to know what's going on, you may inquire in ( Read more... )

A brief random useless survey to help me procrastinate this evening ( Read more... )

( Rosie and I broke up. Once upon a time, I was magic, an angel who could make her happy with just a word, a kiss, or some ice cream. Now I can't do anything right, and I'm left with the often torturous memories of the days when I could. Shall I give the months, the days, the hours, the minutes? Shall I be every teenage angst cliche? No. Just: I hurt. Bad. We tried everything we could. I must now refrain from watching any movies featuring Jimmy Stewart or involving heroic, quixotic, or romantic plotlines and from listening to music, period. Then maybe I'll understand. )

Why is everybody so goddamn scared to just be what they are? To do what feels right without needing to categorize the feeling? Enough with the categories. Sure, they're helpful, the Cliff's notes of a person. Saves you the trouble of actually getting to know another person before making a judgment. Saves you the trouble of getting to know yourself ( Read more... )

Hey Lord, take a look all around tonight ( Read more... )

A Prologue ( Read more... )