Ten days ago, despite how it sounded, I was depressed. Really depressed. They way I started my journal was a long winded way around my state of mind, and how I was struggling with my own lack of personal drive like I was out of juice, just dribbling along the pavement to work and to school, and failing at rediscovering my own identity. It seems to ( Read more... )

I was referring to San Marin, but it doesn't matter that we have no great common interest because most of my friends and I have different interests anyway. What does matter, it that I normally like things more if they're Western Themed, so long as it's a very sardonic western, like a glam-western party would be great, espesh if it was out in death ( Read more... )

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He held me in his arm, talking to me softly. Relaxed. I told him how I felt, how he made me feel like I was finally loved. And he said, “If you shut up I’ll give you a dollar.”

The barter page on craigslist.com is the most peculiar thing out there.
For example : “I have one pair of slightly used assless chaps, size 42. Perfect condition, barely noticible stickiness. Will trade for Spider-Man comics or equivilant.”

It might not sound like I really means anything, but the fact that I can no longer wear any tight clothes anymore describes more about the changes I’ve gone through than most people I used to be acquainted with have probably even known about me at all. And even though I kind of look like some normal guy, not that it really matters, I still feel ( Read more... )

It happens over and over again, I over plan everything and I know it is because I love it. I love having something to busy myself with because all the free time gets boring lately. If I get an hour break I don’t start doing something else because I’m afraid they will clash and then the boundaries between different parts of my life will break and ( Read more... )

It makes me think that if I really wanted to, I could just take it all up and start somewhere else. And it’s always been a romantic memory in my mind, that kind of fantasy rotating through in your mind repeatedly like a kid that just won’t get off the carousel. The idea that people can do this still boggles my mind. That they can say to everyone ( Read more... )

I have proof that Jean-Claude's mother is a zombie.

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I've elected myself as the nerdiest person I know who manages to become lucid to living life and maintaining a feeling of someone worth talking to. I've been spending a lot of my free time digging through websites learning almost everything about the active science world. In medical news, they're digging holes in Antarctica, and I read somewhere ( Read more... )