By the time I finish this entry, it will be Sunday. Isn't that strange? That two minutes can change an entire day, and even an entire weekend? I think so. I've been thinking about time lately. Although I say that lightly, considering I'm never not thinking about time. And about double negatives.

I'll tell you about two negatives that do not make a ( Read more... )

I've been missing for days. I'm just now finding out what really happened here and there and in the spaces I forgot to count. Did you miss me? Writing has been painful lately, considering how I feel whenever I'm about to tell the truth. Like as if my stomach is ejecting itself and my throat is ripped with disdain that my mind can't handle. Like a ( Read more... )

How can so much change in just a month? That's four weeks of roughly twenty-eight days of many more hours than I can assume. Next week is full of Regents exams. I haven't studied for a damn thing. But it doesn't matter much, as I've been planning on doing the usual. You know, scratch the eraser hard against the paper. I've been going to math class ( Read more... )

It's been another bizarre weekend. It doesn't feel so much like I'm wasting time anymore, but kind of like I'm progressing as expected. Does that sound pitiful? I didn't mean for it to sound so. On that note, let me say something that will sound as simple as it is complicated: boys are not like girls. If anyone tells you anything different, they're ( Read more... )

I'm at home when I should be at school. How does it feel to find yourself at odds with everything you, at one time or another, firmly believed about connection? I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you. Really, it's too hard to keep this ship from sinking and to keep this banner from being cut. I don't want to be silent about things that bother ( Read more... )

This is the part where I usually rant and rave, but I'm still in that fuzzy state of mind. You know, the one where I can't make decisions without feeling like part of me just went missing. I hate that. I hate thinking myself into a corner. I feel like this room has less than four walls. Actually, it's got six. What is that supposed to mean ( Read more... )

I'm really only excited for the new episode of House in a few minutes. Life is kind of strained right now. I'm drowning by my own means, in my own way, and hearing voices that sound strangely like that of a friend. When does attraction start being something else? What do you do when you don't want to quit but you're too exhausted to continue? How  ( Read more... )

It's been a relatively unproductive day. Maybe they all should be; well, at least some of the time. I know, I'm running my mouth, or rather my mind, when I should be dropping weighty words all over the place. I've been watching too much television and not enough dreams have been coming through. I think I meant to say "true." And what did "in New ( Read more... )

It's been a very long few days, hasn't it? My exhaustion has reached new levels, although I've also become (albeit strangely) calmer with Christmas coming at last. I'm already appreciative of the winter break from school, since I won't have to be back in that hole until it's 2007. This year has been my biggest yet. How did I ever determine that? It ( Read more... )

She offered me a stray candy cane (a club representing my class is selling them at school), but I didn't see any kind of peace in it. I just shook my head. I was looking at her through the glass, completely expressionless and with no clear intent. I was theoretically naked, I guess. I probably looked rude, but I was really just confused... and ( Read more... )