i think that i am done with livejournal. my posts have become few and far between and scarcely hold any interest for me anymore, so i can imagine that they don't really impart anything interesting to you. faithful reader. devoted and oft-disappointed reader. i am going to stick to paper and perfunctory email from now on. goodbye, and thanks for ( Read more... )

while i look around. just sat through a two hour class that apparently will serve as an introduction to my honors project. only been in school for three years; already they expect an honors project. so, will write a forty page paper on books or how awesome they are. or something. sat down and after rearranging (kate is awesome) my schedule for one ( Read more... )

i am currently seated next to mr. wharton, who i (believe) is checking livejournal as we speak! it's kind of exciting for me. after an entire summer of lurking and reading his posts, here is one that potentially will be written right next to me! eeee. h ( Read more... )

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hey, Trees, do you want to play in Port Townsend? someone is trying to attract Bands to a place called the Boiler Room.

ben, i need to call you or email you or something.

kate, even though you probably can't read this, i am coming tonight to stay. yay.

oh man. is there anything better ( Read more... )

having spent the morning playing parsec47 and thinking, i have come to the conclusion that i have nothing important to say. such a relief. so many shapes shooting so many bullets have taught me that much, at least, that most of the time it is more important to dodge than to shoot back. ah, shooter zen.

yesterday i read 'one flew over the cuckoo's nest'. i just imed nate to tell him that i was reminded of him; to clarify! one of the chronics in the book (or lifers, if you prefer 'girl, interrupted') is named 'ellis': a victim of Too Much Electroshock Therapy. and so! he spends the rest of his days nailed to an imaginary crucifix. so i wasn't ( Read more... )

this is the best tape i have ever made.

my hair is clean, my skin is smooth, and i've just emerged from the tangled debris of yet another meaningless wreck. pick your battles, kyle.

i'm downstairs, mixing a tape together for someone i don't know, and i've hit the point where i need to retrieve my computer for the (few) songs that it contains. i'm switching to past tense ( Read more... )