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sometimes i think i don't belong anywhere. perpetually lost. haze.
personal essays are the bane of my existence. for some reason i can't find something from my experiences to write about. nothing feels significant enough.
blekkk
instead im getting high to ride my bike around to the library -
we're only ordinary
Ok so the only person I know from before college that came to this campus besides me is my 7th grade ex boyfriend. Which doesn't bother me because we are so way past that, I don't feel anything about him etc etc whatever whatever. WELL, tonight he made our "existing in the same atmosphere again" situation SO awkward. I haven't even seen this kid in ( Read more... ) -
numba one chief rocka
I have a personal essay due soon. I am going to utilize this next amount of space for planning.
Ideas:
growing up outside
"fend for yourself" night
how my parents viewed sports as important/what it meant in reference to one's character -
au contraire
Tonight I had my writing for the mass media class and we discussed what makes a good lead and wrote our own using a set of facts. I think I'm really going to get into the journalism field.. anywayyy tomorrow I embark on a road trip in a car the size of a lima bean with 5 people squished inside up the side of a mountain to visit mountain coot ( Read more... ) -
art
"art by social outcasts is art at its purest and crudest, springing solely from its maker's knack of invention and not, as always in cultured art, from his power of aping others"
-Jean Debuffet -
egg beaten
I'm spontaneously hopping a Greyhound tomorrow at the crack of dawn to go back home. -
cortez the killer
Sometimes I look around and wonder where I am and what I'm doing here. I feel so out of place. It's not that I really mind being a wanderer, just not in the wrong context. I'm making plans to go back to Guatemala this winter, hopefully I can band some friends together and head out. I love traveling. In my "get the fuck up out of here" fantasy I ( Read more... ) -
things have run amok!
My douche baggy landlord emailed me (from his iPhone, mind you. i hate that little snobby "sent from my iPhone" thing at the end of messages sent from those pieces of shit) today saying he's getting noise complaints about us and to keep it down. I'm not even sure I know how to be quiet.
bullseye
to the left and ( Read more... ) -
any colour you like
I can hardly think when there are video games noises, blasts, fake screams etc. reverberating within the walls of my shared studio apartment. Didn't know it was possible to share a studio? Me either. It isn't, really. In my search for peaceable existence with my boything in this shoebox I have found that I need to have at least a small bit of space ( Read more... )