I've come to the conclusion recently, that this journal really doesn't do anything for me anymore. Except that it allows for a bit of the exhibitionist in me to creep out. And I know all you voyeurs are going to miss it, but I honestly think this is taking the easy way out. Honestly, how many of you know more about me from this than from simply ( Read more... )

Last night was fun. I'm sure if you read my friends' entries you'll get a pretty accurate portrait of what went down. As for me...I'm too lazy and don't have the time right now to tell ya'll my version ( Read more... )

Hung out with Pat and Pam tonight. It was a lot of fun. We did a whole lot of sitting around and talking but it felt good. God, but we've all changed so much. It's strange. Sometimes I was just quiet while they talked and marveled at what a big change a few months has brought us. They're beautiful though. And I love them ( Read more... )

I walk a lonely road ( Read more... )

Did you ever think that it would be fun to run away from home ( Read more... )

Tonight out on the rocks near the lake frozen over. I thought about loving and remembered I can't ( Read more... )

Cigarrettes taste bad when your sick, even Marlboro Reds. Must have something to do with the mucus in your throat. Not pleasant to think about but then again--a lot of things aren't ( Read more... )

So, I made it home. Safe and sound. The plane ride sucked. I hate planes. I've been home for almost a week now. I suppose I should be honest and say that I'm going insane. Oh well. Things don't change really at all around here. People I love are still here, people I love still care. So here I am. Home again. I've seen Nicki, Adam, and Seth and ( Read more... )

So here I am just wandering ( Read more... )

finished my final film project at 5:30am

the film festival is at 2:00

I’m tired.

I’m coming home.

-Sam