it is hard to be lonely when I have all of this space to keep me company...

hard to be scared when i have this fear to reassure me...

hard to be lost when i have the unknown to take me by the hand...

I am ridiculously happy for Sasha ( Read more... )

I keep envisioning some heavenly blueprint that would explain why I've spent my days frenziedly hammering away at some boat instead of tending to my chores... an apocalyptic end ( Read more... )

wow, this is increasingly narcissistic and lacking in profundity.

continuing in that direction, I am going to tell you that it has become an increasingly persistent fantasy of mine to punch Margaret Thatcher in the face.

I feel pretty useless right now so i suppose i'll work on some lsats? oh, and my hair is falling out in clumps...yet another medical anomale of mine (along with seeing stars, etc etc) interesting. so i just decided to spite it and cut some
so now i have bangs

i dont think its so ridiculous that i'm ridicuously upset over meerkat manor

I won't deprive everyone of the hilarity of my misfortune:

Ceiling fan to the face.
mild concussion, stitches
and most consequential: missed class

not the best of summers. filled with its share of decisive endings and incomplete beginnings. karmic ironies ( Read more... )

I am a failure. But in the process of (not) writing my papers, I have discovered a new toungue twister: Polish Socialist. Polish Socialist. Polish Socialist. Polish Socialist. Polish Socialist. Polish Socialist.... Okay so it is much easier to type than to say. And its probably not even hard to say...

-history 365: revolution and hoosierism in Ireland
-history 412: history of american education
-religious studies 273: religions of east asia
-religios studies 374: rhetoric of religion

separation anxiety
the lament of the reed flute, i guess.
is a song sung in a major key really so trivial?