Before I start, I would like to note that I am drunk and, for some reason, doing laundry at fucking four o'clock in the morning while I write this. Moving on ( Read more... )

I cannot sleep for whatever reason so I am making spaghetti for breakfast. I also had spaghetti for breakfast yesterday. Now that I think about it, I also had spaghetti for lunch and for dinner too.

Being a poor college kid blows.

This weekend has been pleasant, although spent entirely in my bedroom. I did some cleaning... still avoiding the dishes that have been in the sink for a month. There are probably monsters in there. The rat cage smells horrible and I cannot afford to feed him anyway, so I will be setting Frank free tomorrow. I spent the last of my nickels on ice ( Read more... )

My interest in studying philosophy has finally revived. As it turns out, I was simply bored with reading philosophy. I have always enjoyed my philosophy classes and philosophical discourse, but you practically have to twist my arm to get me to read for class.

My love for philosophy has been saved thanks to YouTube. I keep finding all sorts of ( Read more... )

I prepared myself for lucid dreaming tonight.

During one long dream I only remember bits. Touring my own University at night with a small group of graduated friends. A goat licking my cheek as I pressed the other to the cool grass of the south mall lawn. Smoking marijuana with burnouts down some backroad well past city limits. Finally, ending up at ( Read more... )

This weekend has been lovely. I had forgotten what having fun feels like. Here's to night two of three of Halloween weekend.

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Everybody loves Shermin. Life is lovely when she is around. The boys all gather 'round all pick up an instrument; a guitar, a bongo, an accordian, a tambourine. We drink. We dance. We smile. Do we do it for ourselves or do we do it for our Lady?

Next we went to a birthday party that was also a costume party. I had a talk with Satan next to the fire ( Read more... )

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Today I met up with an old friend. We used to be close but he loved me, I think - and I did not want to love him back. We drifted. Our run-ins are rare and I always find a way to sully our history; I chafe our shared memory with mocking epithets. I admit I lack tact with my personal relationships. I do not mean to be rude. Careless comments keep me ( Read more... )

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
For nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost