i miss them, all of them.

"thank you, i had so much fun."  he is the nicest guy in indie rock. 
polaroids soon to follow...

capitol hill block party


( Read more... )

sometimes in the morning i am petrified and can't move
awake but cannot open my eyes
and the weight is crushing down on my lungs
i know i can't breathe
and hope someone will save me this time
and your mother's still calling you insane and high
swearing it's different this time
and you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
and that god ( Read more... )

weed, whiskey and women.

i'm living in an apartment in u-district next year.

i won't go back to su.  (why do people keep asking me that?)  i've decided.

if i don't get into uw?

i don't have a plan. 
and that's the plan. 
it's the best plan i've ever had.

i will be free for the first time in my life.  so don't feel sorry for me, don't cock your head to one side, don't worry ( Read more... )

i have...

cravings for strawberries and watermelon and the smell of a backyard bbq

no plan for next year, i'm okay with it

been taking more naps and it's wonderful

no desire to wear flip flops ever again

been reading more for leisure

some ideas for short stories of my own, photographs, and other art projects

more pages in my journal

a set of sheets that ( Read more... )

i'm finally meeting the kind of people that i wanted to meet in college at my own school.  i'm relieved to know that new friends can be loyal friends.

read some stuff by franz kafka.

jealous, jealous, jealous, that's all i am.

she knew what she was asking when she told me to tell her a secret.

sigmund freud once wrote, "no mortal can keep a secret.  if the lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore."

i wonder if freud ever read the tell-tale heart.

i can't take it anymore, i just can't.

that's as far as i've gotten.