Originally posted February 26, 2008:

By Summer -- Primary Goals:
x Have a job somewhere
drug mart
x Maintain a GPA of at least 3.5
3.16
x Have an external HD, with maybe 100 gigs
250 GB
x Save up at least $1,000.00
x Sleep on an actual bed or something more supportive
sleep on a bed now
x Keep fit (keep in mind, endorphines = FREE) ward off depression ( Read more... )

Oh Christ, I am in a fiery mood ( Read more... )

Clear-headed bummed-out zen state, honey would you pick up some chips? your dad’s made guacamole. Start the engine and check the street before you pull out, drive down Sunset and hang a right, then go up Narragansset and pull into Lipton’s. Grab the chips in the back, sidestep the lotto junkies with fistfuls of tickets and hand the cashier a ten. ( Read more... )

My writing skills are beginning to atrophy ( Read more... )

Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch.
And she ain't shy no more: she changed her name to My Bitch.

I've been listening to Lil Wayne nonstop. I'm honestly surprised his shit is THIS magnetic. "Tha Carter III" everybody.

Hit a walkabout party at Alex's last night. Fun, but I had to get home early and wound up waiting to sober up in a ( Read more... )

Just to warn you ahead of time: this is not vital (or even exciting) reading for the status of (one) Stephen F. Monroe.

I'm sitting here awake for bad and frail reasons reading articles about games and putting off writing my article about games when one of the resident ladybugs in my room takes a dive at the floor lamp. I registered the ( Read more... )

I feel kinda normal tonight. Whatever the reasons, the past couple days have found me acting, thinking and feeling...human. Not exactly the right word--more natural, I guess ( Read more... )

This isn't quite finished, but pretty thorough for the moment. Its a concept I've accepted, but one I've not been able to really experience or reconcile. I think you'll know what I mean.

Well diary, I fuckin’ did it.

I think I’ve come as close as I can to understanding - hmm… I think I see my mentality in a sharper focus than I once did.

I’ve had a ( Read more... )

It’s hard to think badly of a person when they’ve died. It feels illegal, in a superstitious kind of way. You can shake your head at the memories of a mean, overly-stubborn grandmother or a distant cousin who overdosed on H, but it’s usually hard to imagine them being anywhere but the big, ambiguous cloud-space known as “Heaven.” So if we can’t ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in my room writing articles for the Viking playing David Bowie as loud as I can and trying to keep my life from sinking below the waterline. Coinciding with this is my attempt to effectively nudge my writing style onto a different set of tracks; these creaky rails grow tiresome ( Read more... )