Just got an email saying this livejournal account is 18 years old now.

Feeling a lot of gratitude and other mixed sentiment looking back at the words from those days. Thanks to all of you who I crossed paths with over the past 18 years. It's been amusing to consider the things that have changed, and some things that surprisingly haven't.

"Brad

"This isn't entertainment, this is art."

And now my number of years is twenty-two. It was a day that started off badly but ended up well enough. Went to class on an hours sleep and turned in the paper I wrote the night before. Came home and slept my stomacheache away and woke up at 7. I called people but everyone was busy. It was just the three of us in the house that went to galactic, ( Read more... )

I've got a ton of photos on my camera that I need to unload when I get my computer fixed, that will be nice ( Read more... )

I can only do what I can do now, and never will I be able to do differently what I have already done. But was it really me? Am I now a different being entirely? Can I be held responsible? and who is to say?

And everybody lived happily ever after.

In the past week, here's what has gone wrong ( Read more... )

I ruined my entire day just now ( Read more... )

I've just returned from Minneapolis. It was quite a trip, so I'll give you an overview, besides, I feel like saying some things anyhow ( Read more... )

My throat burns ( Read more... )