I haven't written in here since coming back to Omaha. I guess there hasn't been anything to say. Sometimes I wish I were still in St. Louis. I like Omaha, but sometimes I feel like there is nothing really here for me. I mean, there is a lot, but in St. Louis there's so much more (or at least there was), and right now I feel like I need that ( ( Read more... )

I went to the grocery store today. They had a power outtage. It was dark and empty. It was so surreal. Kind of like a zombie movie, without the zombies.

I've decided I'm going to start eating natural and organic foods and see how I like it for a while.

Have you ever watched something get farther and farther from you until you can't see it anymore? A speck in the sky.

Abre los ojos.

I said 'Open your eyes.' I didn't realize it then, but I meant that in more ways than one.

I am excited to wake up in the morning a go to work ( Read more... )

I need to do this. I NEED to. You don't understand. It's getting done now. NOW. I'm not even sleeping until it's over. I might even hold my breath ( Read more... )

So, for lack of anything better to do I'm writing. I'm at the library in Three Lakes, Wisconsin. It's a nice library for being in the middle of nowhere. I kind of like being in the middle of nowhere sometimes. I was working on my research of that essay that I'm not even close to being done with, but got bored with it. This is the last time I take ( Read more... )

Have you ever felt like screaming, but didn't know exactly what to scream that would express exactly the way you felt at the moment? I'm frustrated, but I need to keep trying. I don't know why I feel like I need him when he makes me so angry at times.

This night was what I needed, but when it wears off, I will be back to where I started.

Today was not a good rainy day. It was not a rainy day that you could enjoy, sitting back and watching the drops run down the window pane. Today was one of those rainy days that you feel like running from. A day that never stops moving. The path home is crooked and muddy, so dark you can't see your feet at the ends of your legs. You are rushing ( Read more... )

I think I've decided for the time being to write all of my entries in cryptic poems to express the way I feel. I'm in a writing mood. (Poem-writing mood, when I should be writing an essay ( Read more... )

As the rain pours down
I pour out
My mind on his answering machine.

He's not listening.
He never does.

(See also: Jun. 2nd, 2005.)

I wish we could enjoy the rain together.
Maybe there'd be some fireworks, too.