I thought I felt my conviction slipping away for a couple of seconds.

But, before I could fully understand how that felt, it was back.

WordsI started running up and down the stairs for no apparent reason. Maybe I thought someone would start chasing me, and a full-blown game of stairs-tag would spontaneously combust-I mean, ensue. That’s how I met my first love, you know. I met her in a fevered game of stairs-tag. I was it, and she was chasing me. Then, she was it, and I was ( Read more... )

List of Trivial Crap
A JC Joint

• I draw in my notebooks when I should be taking notes. I draw some more when I should be reviewing aforementioned non-existent notes.
• I thought "superhero" would be a valid and reasonable adult profession, for the first 8 or 9 years of my life.
• I learned to walk when I was 8 months old, talk when I was 9 months ( Read more... )

I was walking across a huge parking lot, illuminated by a light so yellow that I had the constant urge to start running before it turned red. The parking lot was covered in slushy ice. Most of the snow had melted, leaving shallow pools of dark water amidst the white expanse ( Read more... )

Hello, statistics book. We haven't been introduced--but, it's just as well. Iin another couple of months, I'll leave you for a younger, hotter math book. My only regret is that we couldn't get to know eachother better. After dropping a couple hundred bucks on you, I would've expected more, you filthy whore.I don't even know why I bother to buy ( Read more... )

I am, literally, 2 kool 4 skool.

That is all.

Note to self:

Your worldview is ugly and jaded. Next time, just stop talking.

After a while, the self-loathing lone ranger crap starts to get old. So, I've made a conscious effort to be a little more welcoming and a lot less of an asshole to the people I meet. Adjusting's been somewhat of a challenge. I spent so much time convincing myself that I was above all the petty drama dragged behind relationships, that my ass is now ( Read more... )

really tired ( Read more... )

After much deliberation, a hot pocket, and 15 minutes of staring blankly into space, I've come to the conclusion that I won't delete my journal. I won't even delete my old entries, or make them private-only. As overly melodramatic as my past entries sounded, I won't deny them. I truly felt those things at the time, and whether or not I care to ( Read more... )