so i am making a new journal. this sounds stupid, but there are too many people here at school that know i have this journal and that eliminates the anominity that i like about this ( Read more... )

. . .and ridiculous times were had by all.

when i say all i mean me and when i say ridiculous i mean goddamn ridiculousso a lot/nothing has happened, but i am having a pretty ok time at school. i am more content than discontented and believe you me, that is saying quite a bit ( Read more... )

( i refuse to buy into the indie rock commodity )

Friday evening, at around 6:30 in the p.m, I drove to Omaha, Nebraska with Robert. Here is proof:

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i have to write some dramatic monologue or something for poetry workshop. i think i am going to do it about the crazy lady i saw waiting for the bus with margaret some entries back. i just considered making a link to it but i am too lazy/cool to know how to do something like that ( Read more... )

right now i am watching the girl sitting in front of me in the computer lab, read my journal. i don't know who she is. i guess jenna was right and it is kinda creepy.

you know, watch someone get to know me.

and today i compared Aenis leaving Dido in the middle of the night to the Colts leaving Baltimore in Mayflower semis.

Stan, sometimes God takes those closest to us because it makes Him feel better about Himself. He's a very vengeful God, Stan. He's all pissed off about something we did 5,000 years ago; He just can't seem to get over it. He doesn't care who he takes, children, puppies, it don't matter to Him so long as it makes us sad. Do you understand ( Read more... )

Today I went sailing on a sail boat. I wore a striped polo shirt tucked into navy pants with the collar up. I rolled my pants up mid calf to avoid getting them wet. Robert wore a white hat and a realll. We smoked cheap cigars with plastic filters and benson & hedges cigarettes. We showed all those rural ohians just how pseudo prep school we could ( Read more... )

cross country trip/los angeles pictures

the appleseed gang #2 (or maybe #3).

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"verse re verse"

Twilight ripening
into dawn, chasing
sky-piercing jets,
streaming upward,
the sound spilling
through drifting clouds
torn in ruptured silence.
*
Silence ruptered in torn
clouds drifting through
spilling sound, the
upwards streaming
jets piercing sky
chasing dawn into
ripening twilight.