I'm wondering what I am doing in college. There are two parts of me. One thrives and the other sits there the entire time, being dragged along and thinking, what the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here ( Read more... )

Am I gonna turn out fine?

You are gonna turn out fine. Oh you'll turn out fine.

I know it's hard, know it's hard to remember sometimes but you gotta keep your head up.

I'm one of those people who thinks music has a certain narrative quality to it. This might sound odd but my goal as a writer is to be able to write words that have emotional notes that kind of match the mood of a song. I don't mean to sit and match a word to every note. I guess what I mean by this is that my goal is to be able to write words that ( Read more... )

Those of you who have been around for a while know that I have a serious depression issue. I'm a workaholic and a college student and a person with a lot of things to be thankful for. Yet, I have bouts of depression that are a bit similar to an emotional drowning. I'm kind of in the middle of one of them so for both my sake and yours I don't care ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting here, off-track. I was working on that novel and got a bit distracted by my summer reading. I am going to work on it though. This entry is an attempt to blow the dust off of my finger tips. Anyways, what am I doing? Okay, well sitting here, for one. I'm thumbing lazily through an old copy of Revolutionary Road which I bought a few ( Read more... )

"I really wish that somebody would explain something to me. I didn't choose to be here and I especially don't enjoy sitting in ignorance while you all talk over my head."

Though only the first still looked at me, all over them stopped for a moment. It even paused me a bit not only because I didn't know how I'd formed those words after being ( Read more... )

"What is it with you and... plaid?"

"Like my shirts?"

"Like every day."

"I don't know it makes me feel... ruggedly fashionable."

She laughed. "Don't you mean raggedly?"

"Very funny."

"I mean I like plaid," she said, pinching the shoulder of his button-up, "But every day is just overkill man."

"Yeah yeah yeah."

"You look like Ireland exploded."

He laid back ( Read more... )

I'm a world of contradictions.

Anxiety and apathy.

Depression and hyperactivity.

Reality and fantasy.

I feel so much I'm bursting, so little I'm stolid.

I'm broken. I'm overworked.

I'm a perfectionist. I'm lazy.

I'm ocd. I'm unorganized.

I'm burning. I'm frozen solid.

I am to my core all of these things when it is impossible to be each and every one. Yet I ( Read more... )

My journal got kind of a haircut! I don't think I have changed it for a few years because I can never find any good ones. This place had some nice layouts thought.

http://scholarslayouts.livejournal.com/

Not to advertise but I kind of wish somebody had pointed it out to me before.

Anyways, have a great day!

Well it's science. It's true, and often times quite reliable it seems, until it's overturned. Well actual science is, not pseudoscience but that's an entirely different matter... anyways I never really took much interest in it until they began studying me and I've found it's quite interesting.

And science would say you can't be sitting there.

Very ( Read more... )