i had another apple today.

I saw Jesus yesterday, walking from the church. He tipped his hat at me as he always does. He took my hand, and walked me over to a tree. It was an apple tree. He picked an apple and sat down. His feet were bare; however he wore a brown suit. His hair was long, and he smelled like roses. I don't really know what roses smell like. I've seen them, ( Read more... )

"This is not my life, its just a fond farewell to a friend, its not what i'm like, its just a fond farewell to a friend, i couldn't get things right, its just a fond farewell to a friend, this is not my life, its just a fond farewell to a friend..." -mr. elliot smith

this song isn't nearly long enough, i love you mr. smith.

i really miss home, and skiing

a sign that is very true...i learned the hard way...

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some of these questions are stupid, don't answer them if you don't want to, well.. yeah, some are just lame ( Read more... )

i am king of making an ass of myself ( Read more... )

sometimes i like to tell myself i am special. that i can break the mold. i don't know if thats true or not, but whether or not i believe it, i am going to continue to tell myself that.

dig the new(well, improved) icon... more work to be done...

Fuck today...hit the hay early, slept through (or possibly turned off?) alarm, class at 2, 2 papers and 2 tests tomorrow. no time.
warning light is flashing, lefts wing is detaching, pressure is increasing, safe landing seems hopeless, i spot a crack in the hull, one two three, three cracks in the hull, safe landing seems hopeless...

i suppose one of the things that confuses me the most are friendships and their abilities to change, especially in this environment. i am not the shawn who chose marist in the winter of 2003, nor am i the shawn who cried every night the first week i was here, nor am i the moguls i was that december. things are constantly changing, as are my ( Read more... )