A failure of passions.

Whose failure?

I just want to note that on Amazon.com, people who bought the complete works of Jane Austen also buy the special-edition 2-disc Twilight DVD. Also the "Twilight Saga Complete Collection" (in hardcover). Also The Host, Stephanie Meyer's foray into adult fiction.

I just felt it needed to be addressed.

Being a grownup is SO hard.

Rewarding, yes, but SHIT, man.

I like to think I am not too too much of a spoiled baby, and that I try hard to appreciate all the great things in my life. That said, I think that if I had to live at home all summer, I would die. Just, like, some necessary part of my spirit would shrivel up and blow away, and my body would just kind of keel over and stop moving. I'm tired and ( Read more... )

I'm such a coward.

"So what the hell am I supposed to do? Give it up to make you happy? Be a failure, so you can feel good about yourself ( Read more... )

There's a current of green pulsing underneath the ground. Soon it will burst out and flow over everything. Any day now. An explosion, a geyser of rushing green.

I feel like I'm pulsing with it.

I think I am going to apply for the Peace Corps. You have to submit an application about a year in advance, so if I apply now, I could start as soon as I graduate ( Read more... )

Everyone is so desperate to be close to someone else.

I think that in my mind every significant period in my life is deeply associated with a particular sprawling work of fiction. Most of them are ridiculous, a few are downright embarrassing, but every one marks the next stage in a series of silly obsessions ( Read more... )