well, im in my house in philadelphia, getting ready to see BRAD!!!! YAY!!! but, truth be told, it has yet to hit me, in all emotional severity, that i am no longer in oxford or the uk. in all other respects its obvious, and i am suprised how easily i adjusted, for example, buying things in dollars not pounds or driving on the flip side of the road ( Read more... )

i dont even know what to title this. this is my last entry from 17 st. john street in oxford. the last one, the finale and it should be big and grande and flamboyant with flourishes and bells and whistles. but instead i have nothing but this ache. this terrible terrible feeling of goodbye and finality. i said goodbye today to cait, suzz, kyle, ( Read more... )

this was the last time i would walk home the bfriars girls and so the last time i would walk home from their house and as i looked at the shell i saw two rooms lit with the one in between dark. it was ashley's room . and tomorrow the light in tray's will shine no more; it will no longer be hers. and then suzz will go, leaving the house abandoned of ( Read more... )

the point of botching everything is that you hope you are able to make some small correction/contribution/move to set it right at the very end; the hope is that in death one has the ability to contribute to others or at least attain a lyric expression which renders death noble and erases the memory of messing everything up; in other words, to ( Read more... )

its not that i cant be bothered, or dont like it or what ever. its that i hate putting on and taking off socks. in general. socks may be my least favourite article of clothing to put on and take off. i am not sure why though. they are no more annoying than shoes and certainly simpler than trousers. but there is something about the act of doing it ( Read more... )

i dont really have anything exciting to say about bloomsday or dublin as a whole. it just sort of happened and was about being there on that day and doing the things bloom does, so i bought a bar of lemon soap at sweney's and had a cheese sandwhich for lunch and ate at the ormond, now closed, and saw davie brynes pub and so on and so on. oh yeh, ( Read more... )

cause if i dont post them now, i am going to lose the back of the ticket confirmation i scribbled them on, and they really are QUITE bad, like heinously such so here they are, for you to laugh at and say "rubbish, quite rubbish" so with one more warning [so as to avoid the drama of these being taken seriously and me turning into the weird-artsy-emo ( Read more... )

title really says all, but i will post more later tonight i just wanted to make a quick list of things i want to write about and figured after seeing so many journals and notebooks etc in dublin i should put the process on the net for all to enjoy watching the evolution of the creative act, and that leads right into the first thing i want to say ( Read more... )

those lines are a huge irony. just massive. think like pornstar tool size big and you are approaching the level of irony dripping in those life affirming words. i am either pissed off royally, devestatingly soul crushed, massivly humbled, completely twattastic, or something of all of them all rolled into one. acctuly. no. i am just mad. yep. anger ( Read more... )

i cant do it. i have an answer. i know there is an answer waiting. but i cannot bring myself to look at it. i am scared. very ( Read more... )