I really don't feel well. I wonder if there's medicine for what I'm going through.

When I was about 12, I was on a soccer team... I remember almost nothing about it, in fact I don't even really remember a single soccer game I had, but what I do CLEARLY recall is that I was the worst player on the team.  There was no question about this, and I don't think I really let it get to me, but I sort of passively accepted that I was (and ( Read more... )

I'm trying to take an objective perspective on my own generation and I just don't think it's possible to truly do that... I'm too confined to my own narrowed perspective of what I think the world might really look like. (And am too aware of just how narrow that perspective might be, for that matter ( Read more... )

"One Direction", something I initially suspected to be a laymen's term for a vector, is now more colloquially known to be a boy band.  Apparently history DOES repeat itself, I thought boy bands died out with the generation of fanny packs and the first few seasons of Friends (the good ones...before Rachel and Ross had their love child.... oops, ( Read more... )

Not sure why I do this.  I hit the road and am somewhere in the middle of Las Vegas.  I don't really know why I did it. I guess because I had the invitation, because it was a reasonable distance from California that is in some way soothing to me right now ( Read more... )

So I guess I've lost a friend.  I've been thinking about him a lot.  We were never in a relationship, we were both clear and honest about how neither of us wanted that.  I keep remembering how we were sitting in my bedroom, probably at about 4:00AM on a school night... and he said "you know we're like... best friends, right ( Read more... )

I always find it to be a weird experience when I need to stare at myself in the mirror for long periods of time. I guess the only time this really happens is during my morning routine while I'm shaving or applying moisturizer or styling my hair... But I some how find myself in these existential funks when I'm staring, but especially while I'm ( Read more... )

Sometimes I regret ever going to UC Davis. I'm going to be so far away as soon as I graduate.

I have a five page research essay to write that is already late because I was dumbass and forgot when it was due.  I can't even start it... I can't find any information about any of the stupid fucking topics.  It's already going to have 15% deducted for it being late and the essay is 30% of my grade for this class ( Read more... )

Wow, it's been a while since my last post ( Read more... )