Do you ever wonder what happened to the people who just disappear? Not in real life, but on-line? You never hear from them for a while, time slips by without your consent, and then when you go to find them you find nothing. Is everything okay? Did something happen? But, then again, were they even who they said they were?

How will my life ever be the same? I now understand much more fully time and amnesia. Time is not linear, and I can never have amnesia because my concious self would have to be the post-amnesia me ( Read more... )

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Map of Scotland. British phrasebook. Decide on a university. Scotland. England. Scotland? England? Which accent is harder to understand? Scotland? England. Anyway, those accents are kind of bland. Now: Aberdeen? Or Edinburgh? Aberdeen? Two hours from Edinburgh. Edinburgh? Thirty miles from Glasgow. Glasgow? Aberdeen. Aberdeen. Aberdonian. Tee hee.

I usually tend to come across the weirdest things whenever I am in doubt. I find that people just like me made the same nightly wishes as I did when they were eight and nine, and that they felt like their lives were a book that they were half-conciously reading as well. I find that they blamed the same people as me, and that they turned to the same ( Read more... )

I finally uploaded Surrealism, my photo and computer art gallery, so please visit! The gallery is kind of small, but as I sift through my photos I'll continually add to the collection. Thank you!

Don't you find it funny that when you read enough of one author your writing style subtly changes to match their's? You take on their puncuation style, their diction, even the way that they slip in assonance and rhyme in places where it wouldn't normally fit. You start to notice different things, like the guy that stares and stares at you in the ( Read more... )

I don't think I cried because I broke the rules. I have broken the rules many times before and not cried. I think I cried because of what could have been found out about me, and the fact that I have to hide who I truly am.

I've been told that having clutter under one's bed creates clutter in their dreams and in their life. How does a bed play such a big role? And do walls and posters do this too?

I think not, by why not try a clean room for once? I think I shall.