Writing, as I'm working at it now, gives me a strange otherworldly feeling of accomplishment. I don't know what it is, whether it could be connected to something spiritual, but I know I can't do without it. I'll try, somehow, to write for a living, if I have talent, and I think I do, that's what I'll spend my life doing.

In writing my paper for Wright, I am finding myself happy. I like writing, the less structured, the better, but with a little effort, I can even squeeze some fun out of the structured papers. I'll be very happy going to sleep tonight, regardless.

It's difficult to say, but sometimes I hear the way I talk and just hate it so much. It's so pathetic and sad, I can see the people I'm talking to be brought to the verge of tears the way I struggle to get words out. There's nothing I can do about it, it's just the way it is. This thing won't be easy, I get it, nothing ever will be again, okay.

Sittin here, the computer eluminating my battered and broken visage with it's disturbingly frozen glow, I write a new livejournal entry. While I have naught to say, typing feels as if it has use. I sometimes wonder if what I write will come to be anything, or simply the exercise of a youth's creative jones. In hindsight, will I look upon my ( Read more... )

Today, I walked all around downtown in kind of a daze. I seem to be doing more and more in a daze. As things become increasingly difficult to handle, I check out often. I have faith I''m entering what will be good days, so now every day you talk to me, you're really talking to a dead guy. Just because I'm concious, it seems like I'm here, but I ( Read more... )

I saw Grindhouse, and while I didn't really like planet terror too much, Death Proof caused me to climax.

I wonder. That's all, I just wonder.

I can't wait to see Crystal today! Been awhile.

I'm probably being an idiot but tell me, this is most likely my only attempt at a love poem. The subject of which, Halley, digs poetry. I'll discard without a second thought, here goes (cringe ( Read more... )

I've been thinking alot about animals and've written some stories I'll call my "emotionally focused animal" stories. I've got loving lobsters, violent hyeenas, workmanlike pandas, and whimsical dolphins. I wondered about dogs and I think there emotion is one syllable, GO! Whether to or from.