the girls left today. rosen leaves tomorrow. i'm flying up friday and we'll be gone for a month. i picked out two books to read: crime and punishment, and a heartbreaking work of staggering genius (if bill won't mind me borrowing it.) call me before i go and we'll get coffee or go for a bike ride or compare blisters or something.

three hours a day, five days a week, i sit in my car with food in the backseat, half-listening to my stereo, while my mind screams thoughts like a merry-go-round stuck in fast forward. i dropped my classes at cypress and i stopped attending two at long beach. and somehow for the most part i've been able to convince myself that i'm doing okay. but ( Read more... )

well i suppose i ought to settle down my hurried thoughts keep running in circles just to feel my legs move and hyped up on coffee so jittery friendly can't sit still turn my head towards that girl who was watching dave play all tired and teary eyed she must have had a rought night caught me looking her way once or twice wish i could cheer her up ( Read more... )

but this morning! we made it home so quick, flying down the freeway at 80, 90, 100mph. crazy! eyes glued to the road, check the rearview mirror every ten seconds watching for cops, caught up to one at one point and didn't notice til i was almost driving next to him, quickly take my foot off the gas and hang back for a while til he turns off the ( Read more... )

i opened up a can of worms in my brain and now my thinking is full of holes ( Read more... )

his name is duru ( Read more... )

i take myself way too seriously sometimes. but then i walk around with a coffee mug full of drink doing impressions of eminem and jumanji robbin williams "what year is it?!" slap fight a pissed off stacy and sit around playing guitar by myself same wandering notes over and over like a mantra out my fingertips.

oh shit oh shit oh shit it was wild... concordia university with the lights turned down except for the ones that bill and i bought at target this morning, christmas lights strung across the stage and cables everywhere, i broke some bulbs and burnt out the green lights, ryan filmed it, i recorded it, we all played the hell out of it. but when we ( Read more... )

wrapped in fog
i view the world
from above

i'm trying to make a habit of sitting still cross legged and quiet on top of signal hill before work every morning. the view is amazing from up there, especially downtown long beach and the ocean and that big green bridge going into san pedro in the distance. and if it's not too cloudy or smoggy i can actually see san pedro sometimes. or catalina. ( Read more... )