this journal holds 553 entries written between 2000 and 2006, only 6 of which i have left public, for old time's sake.

potentiality is the gift and curse of our youth. it excites me, and it scares the shit out of me. sometimes i wish all the scurrying and settling was over with.

i turn nineteen this friday!
the only thing i really want is to go see harry potter with people i love. and a meal at subway. get on it!

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sometimes i honestly believe that everything i have ever derived composition from in my life can be traced back to nothing more than a scrimmage for control. is the concept of control as 'trite' as the people who dictate 'trite-ness' let on? (and who gives said dictators the power to prescribe such words, anyway?) i don't know yet, and i don't ( Read more... )

my feet feel really smooth. i drove forty miles in an oversized sweatshirt and boxers. i tricked seven blissfully intoxicated college students in an economy-sized car (one in the trunk) into a liberated, uninhibited edwin mccain sing-along. i spent fifteen minutes trying to find my way out of a parking lot on my own at three in the morning. i ( Read more... )

"they couldn't assrape me because i wasn't eighteen for another twenty minutes."