It hurts the worst when you find that break in the day...when you are staring blankly at everything around you--although there are clear and concrete figures every which way you rotate your head, your eyes and pupils seem to transform the images from clear perceptions to those of blurry and fuzzy colors. It's the worst when time seems to stop and ( Read more... )

So the setting wasn't New York, but rather South Pasadena...the 4 women were not comprised of a curly blond romantic, a redhead lawyer, an anal brunette, and a nympho dirty blonde...but rather, 5 girls of some type of asian descent eating loads and loads of chicken and potatoes...mmmm. Although we weren't technically in "the city"...the ( Read more... )

Relgion may strike people as absurd or bizarre to write about, but I figured hey I might as well believe in something to help pass life along, to find reasons to the unexplainable, and comfort to the things that make me cringe ( Read more... )

No, I am NOT depressed ( Read more... )

I'm addicted to photos. Late at night, when my eyes can't manage to tire...I fill them with images of captured memories in my laptop's slideshow of pictures. They're mostly amusing, except for the few sporadic photos that cut and tweak memories of pain, regret, and sorrow. There is no laugh, nor smile, nor embarrassment sparked from these sights ( Read more... )

Who would have ever thought a voice and a guitar could be such a turn-on. And I thought I was a strictly "jock" person--yes the spell is broken...I love the mystery of being single...Summer could be different that expected. :)

So, it's 10:00pm on a Saturday night...Once again I'm satisfied sitting in my room being a sloth. I took a warm shower and decided to blow-dry my hair and apply some make-up...still want a positive image in front of the high-school kiddies. haha. I walk downstairs and my ears are awakened by the giggles and pounding of something...Eventually my ( Read more... )

My best times of life are the ones at the hours when most are sleeping. There's something so utopic about seeing stars, listening to the strumming of a guitar tune perfectly to the notes of a beautiful man's voice...it sparks creativity and dreaming. I feel like self-discovery is never-ending. Although many would say finding one's identity is a ( Read more... )

So it's been a year since I've last posted...my whole freshman year at Occidental College flew by and not a single comment posted in my journal about it. The only word I can typically associate my first year in college with, is "drama." Drama with boys mostly. After 32 units of credit, I have only come to conclude my learning in these bright ( Read more... )

It's 4:04 am...we the family just finished watching American History X...I feel like shit and my eyes are teary (both of these details are not the ill-effects of a white supremacist movie--no worries ( Read more... )