'Bout time I write another entry into this thing... I usually only write when I feel like it - they usually come out better that way. But I'm bored and I can't help but think "why the hell not?" So here I am.. and what will I write about ( Read more... )

So I got to be usher last night... that was different. I thought it was really easy but I have to say it, I still like box. A lot of people say box is a lot of work and all that, but I don't know... box just feels better. You can sit down too, which is worth far more then any paycheck I've ever gotten ( Read more... )

Listening to this song, it reminds me of the first beach trip I went on... I remember, I still had that crush on Marianne (or however you spell her name) and how... good it felt to feel that way about someone. I think one of the reasons I haven't gone out with anyone since Vicki is because I'm waiting for that telltale feeling to show up and inform ( Read more... )

The world post AP exams is a little... weird. I've been living under constant pressure for the last couple months and now that it's gone... wow. Talk about change. The summer is just around the corner but I can't seem to adjust my mind to it ( Read more... )

I just realized that I really hate if's. Yeah, you know the, "if only I had done this or had that then things would have turned out differently." thing. I'm fairly sure that everyone does it... but that doesn't mean I have to like it ( Read more... )

I'm in a pretty weirded out mood. Which is probably the result of a thirty minute nap, Slaughter-House Five and the Circus episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Somehow, they all involved aliens and had Pink Floyd as their background music - I'm not sure but I think I added that ( Read more... )

I like doing things with other people... for so long I've considered myself the outcast, the nomad, the lone wolf, it's hard to adjust to actually having friends that I can actually do things with consistently. No one used to call me and invite me to stuff... and now they do. It's... well, it's odd. A good odd. A "I like it that I finally have use ( Read more... )

I just... why can't I not feel anything for awhile you know? Tonight I felt those familiar stirrings, that subtle ache that drives, pushing me to touch, to smell, to taste if I could.. I resisted, but just the mere fact that I felt what I did was ( Read more... )

I've always had that fear that what I was experiencing wasn't real. I can remember when I was a child (or if you still consider me a child, at least younger) when I would quiz my family on whether or not I was awake. Could I feel the pinch on my arm? Could I make the creations of my mind stay? Did the things I do here actually have consequences ( Read more... )

I've lied to you ( Read more... )