I have nothing to write about so here are some pictures, enjoy:

( this is how we roll at uconn )

it's raining... it's boring... it's basically everything I hate. So yeah shit's been going good as usual, as I said before I really have nothing to bitch about, I'm scared that my journal days are winding down and soon this will simply turn into another "this was my day" journal's that everyone seems to have. I guess I feel repetitive because all I ( Read more... )

for one of my crazy long, deep, retarded entries that no one really cares about ( Read more... )

( scene yo )

for one reason, but I can't fix it. It's only going to get harder, a lot harder, but I know it will be all better one day, just for now I hate it.

This was a lot harder than I thought, but I'm willing to go through it for you.

that's it, no long entries... quite frankly there's nothing more to say...

when you're far away from a place, it is interesting the slight amount of paranoia that sets in. You have no control over what happens there, you have no idea what's actually taking place, and you have an even vaguer idea of what people are thinking. Despite this, you can still pick up context clues on the basis of what you hear and people you can ( Read more... )

So I went home this weekend, and I saw the love of my life, namely lindsey bateman. It really is incredible how happy that girl makes me. I really can't even fully begin to grasp it. When you look at it, we really didn't accomplish anything major. Granted we went to boston and ate, but other than that it was us walking around, going to see a movie ( Read more... )

but I seem to have a sort of reclusiveness that kicks in every now and then when I'm around people. It's not consistent, it's not frequent, but everyone now and then there comes this overwhelming urge to be alone. If you haven't already guessed I'm feeling this right now. I was out with people, I love being out with people, then suddenly it hit me ( Read more... )

what's probably the funniest thing about this entry is that for once it's not me pondering a decision, or worrying about a situation, or any other sort of theme the tends to set a depressing mood in my entries. Rather, I'm happy, I'm incredibly happy. For once I truly believe that it is other poeople that are unhappy and not me. Something a little ( Read more... )

contemplation, I love it sometimes. In the midst of confusion, one can always seem to find answers through contemplation. I've been bothered by a particular scenario as of late, and I'm thinking I might have solved the puzzle. I've come to realize that maybe I care more about this situation I have now and preserving that as opposed to playing an ( Read more... )