what's up? wisdom of being content. when you feel it, you feel that when you're down... that you're not understanding. but it's all hinesight, because when you're up.. you're up. so i wonder; i'm up. but i will fall. so is it worth it ( Read more... )

always trying to be clever always trying to convey myself as if im on top of my game. and when i feel i am coming off awkward, i cover it up. as if its cool. as if its just part of the game ( Read more... )

god, the melodies of ani difranco. roll off my speakers like poetry ( Read more... )

Yay! its christmas! And I got my new bike ( Read more... )

It'll be a quick one - but I figured I should take the time and write since I never do anymore. I waiting in the TCC library for my math final. I'm really sick of studying. Besides all I need a damned 60 on the test to keep my A ( Read more... )

I was planning on writing an entry... I was in the spirit ten minutes ago... but now I've sorta lost the zing. Back to the poker boards. I've recently furthered my typing technology. I'm gettin real good with typing with two pencils. It doesn't really fuck with my carpal tunnel at all, and I can go pretty damn fast. I don't know why I never thought ( Read more... )

lazy wednesday, my single becks smells of vegetables. trying to save up my chips... wasted my double Aces. But it wasn't my fault. Ya shoulda seen me at the Tampa Bay Red Sox game. I was one of those obnoxious fans that you really would like to sit down and shut up. But I got drunk... and Lisa was my spark. She's a true Yankee fan. Big time. So she ( Read more... )

haven't done much at all today. slept around and read til 11, then went out and greeted daylight. Started reading Even Cowgirls Get the Blues by Tom Robbins. Rose said this was her least favorite... if I recall correctly... but so far I like it. It took me like a thousand years to finish Jitterbug Perfume ( Read more... )

The smell of summer reminded me of many years ago... playing basketball, bounding onto the grass to retrieve a runaway ball I was summerged in the memory. The thick air transfixed with the heat waves, mixed with a sweaty brow... the memory of being 10 and it being summer... completely free ( Read more... )

macaroni cheese stuck to my fingernail. its the best leftover ( Read more... )