4 years later...
I thought about writing again mainly because of the outlet, but also because I doubt many of you look at this anymore.  I looked in the mirror yesterday, shaving my face as I do before work, and I remembered that I once had a linear path to what I wanted.  I realized that now I have no fucking clue what I want anymore.
People will ( Read more... )

listing to music and trying to find something to do with my time besides drawing. So I post ( Read more... )

I'm procrastinating. Studying for my midterms and all. Sociology is kinda shitty in that it stops you from seeing the world as a figment of your imagination, or as a part of you. Individualism is substituted with ones lack of real choices and absence of free will. God did not grant us free will, it granted us the ability to choose from the ( Read more... )

I think that it is fair to day that the inclusion of one's self into daily grind is the most depressing experience in life. I'm certain that every human being gets to a point when they realize how mundane it all is; how mudane they are. Should people get upset when this epiphany occurs? I really don't think so. Look, everyone has tried to write ( Read more... )

The quarter is almost over and I can't help but be glad about it. My Individ's and Soc prof. bothers the shit out of me, and I'm starting to think I should have been slightly more particular when choosing an advisor. You'll never know insecurity unless you sit with a psychiatrist that seems to be over interested in beatnik sexuality and the ( Read more... )

Yesterday I asked my Individuals and Society prof. if my presentation on phenomenology and ethnomethodology was any good. He responded be saying that I had done well in a "convoluted" kind of way. Though I had used the word before I had never really understood what it meant, so I looked it up ( Read more... )

Walter's moving out in a couple of days. I'm kinda bummed about it. I'm not really good with seperations of any kind. I can't really say "hey man, I'll miss you and have fun with the rest of your life." I'm more comfortable with the uncomfortable silence and distractions ( Read more... )

Happiness in the result of the realization of one single sentance. "I am a part of, while seperate from, everything."

I've been in an over-inquisitive mood lately. I spoke with this girl I used to have a crush on today (she is now married). I reminded her that she used to want to be some kind of an artist. I asked her what she does for fun, and she said she dosen't. So I asked her why she dosen't have any fun, and she said that she does have fun, and that what ( Read more... )

Life seems to pass by at an exponential rate; months to minuets and years to days, seasons come and go before I can get settled into them. I feel more and more like an observer rather than a participant. I've lost contact with any type of social activity that I used to partake in. Really I remember trying to become so involved with things that ( Read more... )