Crusing through OKC with my moon-roof open, I was starting to feel really good, thanks to the semi-cool July Weather and the xanax I consumed before making this commute. Unfortunately, I seemed to be the only person ready to embrace this Wednesday evening. Nearly everyone in my phonebook was either unavailable (in which case I left them long, ( Read more... )

Although Misty and Shelly are still downstairs, my mind's swarming with ideas and Sigur Ros are playing from the downstairs stereo, which Ryan says looks like it could be bought at Wal-Mart. We're taking pictures and its distinctly different from our usual sessions because of Christina's absence. Shelly's back upstairs now, dressed in some lacey ( Read more... )

While I haven't taken a class in or even bothered to correspond with any staff from OU's film department in any facet for over a year, I can't deny that a lingering gloom has been present in my mind, this on-going fear of ramifications to come from an altercation I had with the sole adviser in the Film & Video Studies program (who is incidentally ( Read more... )

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I'm sipping a jack & coke, awaiting the arrival of my cousin Mike. I hadn't seen Mike in two years, not because we've had a fight or anything. I had even thought of calling him from time to time, but then just the other night, I stopped by my grandmother's house to visit because my Aunt C was in town. Mike was there, wearing his chef shirt and ( Read more... )

Misty had, unbeknowest to me, made arrangements with Andrew by phone. Apparently, they owned a home in Arkansas (but somewhere in the dream, it was relocated to Washington) that I never knew about and Andrew had agreed to sign it over to Misty. We needed to make a road trip to New Mexico to meet up with him so he could sign the house over to Misty ( Read more... )

Dr. Harrington stepped into the waiting room, her apron, pants and shoes splattered with blood ( Read more... )

On several occassions, I type a journal entry, then read over it, realize its redundant, whining or embarassingly self-indulgent, wind up deleting it. I guess this is a fair summation of my life right now, but its not really depressing, just static. I don't have any real problems facing me at the moment other than passing biology, but somehow, I ( Read more... )

Rolled out of bed a little before one today, and with some effort, trudged over to my bathroom mirror. I stared for a good 15 seconds in disbelief at how groggy I looked. Taking xanax at one in the morning was a mistake. I already had a fairly relaxing evening behind me and I even caught the new episode of Real Time With Bill Maher, which was ( Read more... )

The premise of this dream was probably ignited by my ditching Biology class last Thursday and consequently missing notes and getting a zero on the pop quiz. I knew it was a bad idea at the time, but since I was going to work an eight hour shift that night, I wanted to be well-rested....so in this dream. Dr. H is teaching the class, that much ( Read more... )