Reduced to epheremal vaport, haunting this town like a ghost, leaving 80 proof shadows behind the dumpsters of the delis. I'm bound to one side of the city by Richmond Road, like the river Styx, can't cross unless I'm dead. I've got support from a myriad of hosts, wash dishes to keep a box for my possessions. Electronic beeps keep my head knodding ( Read more... )

The new "pulse" function on facebook has been useful in showing me that none of my entries for any category fall into any national trend.

I'm moving into an apartment tomorrow. It's in Clinton Gardens. It's got two bedrooms and I am only one person, so I need a roommate. If you or anyone else you know wants a place off campus, it's $380 a month plus utilities. Phenomenal deal I know. Anyway, I treat off campus places much better than on, and even shower much more frequently (since I ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a good day. It started with a phone call from my friend John that more or less epitomizes the difference between my friends at home and my friends at school: "Hey Ben, you're kind of like metrosexual, right? So you'd know where the Urban Outfitters is around here ( Read more... )

I sped alone through the gray November sun-chill, across 64, down 95, and 85, stopping only once. I made it home in one piece, though I was to be torn to shreds upon crossing the threshold. I stayed around my house for a few hours, visiting with relatives and my parents, then around 10:30 I went to meet up with my friends. Knowing that my parents ( Read more... )

Getting rained on during a dry night - not the best feeling in the world. My heart never breaks when it should. I should have been over this last week, but instead it just crumbles slowly, leaving powdery cardiac residue all over everything. What do you do when the one girl you liked isn't interested? I'm not asking that all emotionally searching ( Read more... )

It's been awhile, so it goes. In the meantime I broke a heart, had mine broken (just tonight even), had my car dissolved into smoke during fall break, spent tons of money on nothing, and done no work. Suprisingly, I do not feel empty. I guess I should start with the smoke. I pulled onto interstate 64 back at the beginning of the month with two ( Read more... )

I washed of two and a half weeks of living off the other day, but people on campus are still coughing. My jeans are full of spilt milk, UC grease, and whatever else I spill on my hands. School has been such a different place this year compared to my last. People roll in and out of our house like the ocean sample before Champagne Supernova starts, ( Read more... )

Horiculture when to the hospital with a .37. Why did that happen exactly? Where is the motivation? I watched Gummo tonight and found it so familiar. I don't know why. That's not my life, but it really is fifteen minutes down the road from me, and I've been to plenty of their chair wrestling parties and worked with cat hunters. A girl sang me ( Read more... )

I had my first road trip of college yesterday (COLLEGE! WOOOO). Anyway, Hunter, Nathanial, Jess Novak, and Emily Rae all came with me to see the Violent Femmes (for free). I'd never really listened to them much, but as they played I saw what I thought was my high school love life flashing across my eyes, but in reality it was just my entire love ( Read more... )