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Frantic. the best words to describe my presnt life. If 2nd year is as busy as my past month has been I'll be able to handel it no sweat. The best kind of frantic though. I haven't had much park time, or concentartion to read but I've been filled up, and overflowed with the amount of life I've pressed into the past weeks. I'm overflowing with emtion ( Read more... )

The night sky is gorgeous from my perspective this evening. Maybe because life finally feels like one, or maybe it really is just beautiful outside. I'll go with both ( Read more... )

My days are full and thinking through life’s many endeavors and meanings has been pushed to an occasional past time ( Read more... )

I listen to the Dresden Dolls, I see their picture on my wall and my heart hurts. Fuck. I'm a dumb bitch. Fucking Panic at the Disco being all popular and shit, making Ebay prices into the multiple hundreds. I have a rare urge to see most bands, or performers live. The Paramount has kind of ruined concerts for me. But god damn it, I love my Dolls ( Read more... )

My sore feet, TMJ, and the general heat Is forcing my body alert. I want sleep ( Read more... )

It's to hot, to hot for clothing. I wish there was a way to ignite a blind nudist movement. Just me naked. All the time. But no one can tell. Like I had a mirage of clothing. You only think the ripples are in my skirt, but It's an optical illusion created by the heat. I am mooning you right now and you just think I dropped a quarter. You want an ( Read more... )

I never use to consider myself an 'outdoors' person. I lived in it. It was always around. Where I grew up I was inches from forest, mountains, water, beach, snow. All was there. And I remember days where I never stept foot outside, Beautiful summer days passing by while I pondered other thing in my room. Categorized and cataloged, watched and ( Read more... )

The duality of my personality encompasses an awkward optimism and a confident cynicism.

Now try that on for size!

last night I dreamnt I had forgotten my name
I woke with white walls and no windows
ambient noise that leaked from no where
filling the room with a silent hum
the door unmarked, unbared, unopened
out it layed hallways that traveled on
each door the same, stretching forward and back
nothing marked, bared or opened
traveling on, forward then back