During physical training, if it gets too much and I want to stop or slow down I cycle through things in my mind. I do everything in my power to keep myself off of the actual running itself. I think of people in my life, sometimes I think about food (at least I think about finishing the PT so I can eat), I think about women alot, sometimes I sing ( Read more... )

A week until I'm gone, only a few days left to clean up and pack up my garbage. Monotonous work, such as shuffling a deck of cards thirteen times in a row or actually cleaning my room, helps to stave off the growing sense of nervousness I am feeling.

the only thing I can think to say right now is this: if Matt can do it, so can I.

It is easy to remove the mind from harping on the lost illusion of immortality. The disciplined intellect fears nothing and craves no sugar-plum at the day's end, but is content to accept life and serve society as best it may. Personally I would not care for immortality in the least. There is nothing better than oblivion, since in oblivion there is ( Read more... )

I am still angry at things I should not be angry at.

My brother is an impetuous hot-headed asshole ( Read more... )

My nose is the most troublesome part of my body. It gets dry or runny at random times. Usually one nostril is always filled and I just breathe through the other one. Once, an uncle of mine described my breathing while asleep as "pitiful ( Read more... )

I came home with the feeling that I may not see many of the people I was with tonight for some time. This caused my thoughts to become quite erratic and I began cleaning my room. Shoving things into trash bags in the hope that making my room seem less cluttered would make my thoughts less cluttered. It didn't quite succeed on its own, but it led me ( Read more... )

Wedding tomorrow.

Open bar at the reception.

I'll try not to drink too much.

Set something in your mind. Make it the constant in your life: whatever else changes, that does not move from its spot.

Shape it. Mold it with your hands. Cultivate it in your head. Define its boundaries and articulate its center. Watch it grow.

The tragedy?

Nothing comes of it but ash.

I have just found in our refrigerator an unopened bag of mexican four cheese blend which was best by "December 15th, 2007"

Unopened.

It smelled and tasted fine.