Today feels like it came out of a gross hole in the ground.

For someone who considers themselves Quaker, I place an obscene amount of emphasis on items and symbols.  Clothing, signs, pictures, numerology, etc.  Perhaps that is simply an effect of teh culture I live in, but how as a Quaker can I associate anything but the Divine (be that what it may) in everyhting?  How can the medallion around my neck, ( Read more... )

Realized just the other day that there is much more to life than planning.  I can have plans spanning from monthes to years long, and then when the time comes, when the gun goes off, I prance about in the starting booth, pissing and moaning to myself.  Its also rather easy to make myself sick.  Oh, and I think I have dacryocystitis.  Oh, happy day.

I don't know what I'm going to do after WT.  I have never actually gone through the entire process of schooling at any one school I've attended.  I'm terrified that history will repeat itself and that I will cut all ties with everyone I know now and never speak to them again.  Not that I really enjoyed those other places much, most of the people ( Read more... )

This reminds me of a kid from my old school who grew nothing but his throat hair out for the longest time.  It looked disgusting.