I want to fly to london already and start writing. My days here are all the same.

I'm in this routine of hating routine, and it's driving me mad.

the best poem i've read in awhile (bukowski, naturally): http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/10776

it's funny how you can be so consumed with someone for so long that you don't notice certain people (certain genuine people) that have been there all along. everyday oppurtunities are neglected not because you didn't realize the potential that could be there, but because you were so absurdly absolved in other affairs. and by using the word "you" in ( Read more... )

It's so easy to get emotionally enatangled with a new lifestyle. I lost myself somewhere along the way. Actually, somwhere along the way I realized I don't know who I am ( Read more... )

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k done.

alright, im back. it was inevitable, come on. sorry to dissapoint. but at least there's no reversing the myspace/facebook delete ( Read more... )

So this is my last journal entry, my friends. It's been a fun few years, and I hope you thoroughly enjoyed reading my half-assed attempts at humor, intellectual thoughts, and all my melodramtic complaints. or at least taking the time to scan it ( Read more... )

i dreamt of smokey the bear

I got my nose pierced! Here i am at the dining commons, and it dawns on me that for once in my life id like to do something completely spontaneous. and so it happened. i stopped eating and went to get my nose pierced ( Read more... )

for those who thrive on irony, you'd love my life now a days.

my room is great.

suite mates are amazing.

where's the effin pause button.