It's interesting that things unexpected seem to creep up on you in bunches.

I got big news from a friend I hadn't really talked to in a long time. My heart and my prayers go out to you.

I'm working on a painting. ( That is, I'm working on painting this. )

Recently I've come to the realization, or rather, clarification of a couple terms I wish I had had more clarified earlier. I'm not sure if anything would have changed, but I suppose certain amounts of confusion would have been relieved. But, wondering if things would have been different is dangerous and does no good ( Read more... )

I want to talk to Emily, but I'm pretty sure she needs space. I just don't know how much. I would rather play it safe and not push things too much and cause even more damage. *sigh* It's hard to tell how much she wants to talk to me anyway.

So I'm at Nate's sister's place on Otto's lap top. Otto is upstairs talking with Nate's sister and her husband, and Nate and Binga (filling in for Carmen, who's at camp) are at Nate's mother's place looking at pictures. It's quiet down here, which is nice. It's nice to be quiet and away. It would make me think I would love to get a hotel away ( Read more... )

I wish I knew how hard to push things. I'm keeping cautious, but I'm not sure if that's it. Should I? *sigh* Do I need to keep on waiting, do I need to pursue, do I need to just stop thinking about it, do I need to stop thining about her? Then again, I also feel like I'm the only one taking initiative any more. Is this right? Am I being ( Read more... )

I've had a good couple past days ( Read more... )

It feels ... odd, having finally taken down all of the pictures I had of Emily up. I replaced them with colder, monochromatic pieces of art. The room feels different. It's lost something... brilliant. Then again, so have I. I think I remember something about a room/home being a reflection of a person internally. Maybe I just made it up, but ( Read more... )

I had a really bad dream last night, and it affected all my other dreams last night by me having to remember it was only a dream and not real ( Read more... )

I have officially decided I hate my lips.

someone broke myspace....