I read "Soldiers Home" by Ernest Hemingway while the lit professor blathered on about style today. Lit class bores me, so I read random pages in my book and try to pass the time without falling asleep. I skipped my Chem class afterward to go home and nap ( Read more... )

to the person who wrote me a letter:

you made my day. :)

so,
here's a haiku i wrote

transient meeting;
raindrops fall randomly on
our silent handshake.

I want school to start. I want to get lost in a sea of information every day. I want to get lost in the flurry of work and the routine of a morning work-out. I'm tired of pacing nervously; waiting. I yearn for the time when tension will descend into the depths of my memory; replaced by the soothing rhythm of the moment ( Read more... )

I definitely felt better when I woke this morning; I was up and moving 2 hours before work, which is insane. Anyway, I had enough energy to clean my sink which had been staring me down for a few days and a few other mindless tasks that I had been avoiding ( Read more... )

My last day of work here is next monday. I should be happy to be leaving this dead end job, but I can't help but feel like I'm trading it for another one with more stress attatched. The advantages to working at Texas Roadhouse are the increased paycheck and an excercise in self-esteem and confidence that I dearly need. I'm not sure of either of ( Read more... )

Hmmm, what's new ( Read more... )

Friday I woke late from too much weed the night before. For my last night at the #316 w/JD and Em it was anticlimactic, but the previous nights made up for that with gusto ( Read more... )

I'm moving into a new apt later today. Wheeee!

Will write more later.

I make myself sick.

Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty ( Read more... )