Oh jeeze, here I go again.

Everytime I try to start up my blogging again, it fails miserably, and I post at most once every two months, and thats even pushing it. I'll try making this a daily routine.

But in my routine of routines, it never feels like I have enough time...To do anything. No more daydreaming or rambling on about thoughts, no time for ( Read more... )

I feel like faded yellow paint on a house, broken down by the elements ( Read more... )

Adams attempt at Spenserian Sonnet completely made my day.

It's not a precocious situation
at that old cramped desk sitting near to you
fluttering heart's beating invitation
my abnormal perspective set askew

to catch a glimpse of the fond passing stare
unsure intention eyes invitation
the unusual woman sitting there
she is dreaming of our combination

an ( Read more... )

In the last week, my days have gone from awesome to horrible. I can't ever have any in between, its always the polar opposites.

In the beginning of the week, I got out of work early, got to see my boyfriend, and saw World War II aircraft, which is enough for any history major to cream their pants. Then on Tuesday I got to go to Chicago with Adam ( Read more... )

After the party, my hair smelled of cigarette smoke, and my breath smelled of tequila, beer, rotten avocados, and my speech was slightly impaired my walk little wobbly. From the car I ran inside the house, almost knocking my brother over, and straight to the bathroom so no one could detect those sinful smells of a church going girl. I looked into ( Read more... )

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/07/12/AR2007071202356.html

The original article can be found here.

(CBS 5) BERKELEY A Berkeley watchdog organization that tracks military spending said it uncovered a strange U.S. military proposal to create a hormone bomb that could purportedly turn enemy soldiers into homosexuals and make them more interested in sex than fighting.

Pentagon officials on Friday confirmed to ( Read more... )

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I was at a point where love was a thing ( Read more... )

I'm tired of this predisposed perception you have

More than a shadow

More living than dead

Better than the life that I have led

I'm better than the spring loaded victim I have become

Better than the burnt out, cried out casualty you have accounted for

Stronger than your condescending consciousness can comprehend....