I picked a completely random song to play (well, out of a bunch of Beatles songs) and this is the one that came on, which is why I am hopeful at the moment. Why do I have the need to be hopeful? For the past few days, Brendan and I have gotten into at least one argument, fight, angry-period, whatever you want to call it per fay. I know it's not all ( Read more... )

KATE'S DATEA girl named Kate ( Read more... )

Here I am at 5.30 in the morning wanting very badly to just go to sleep. But I can't. I have a project due today that needs a video and I made a great one on the computer...I just can't get it to burn to a disk. And I can't figure out why and it's making me crazy ( Read more... )

check out the NEW TEMPLATE.

So I've just spent the last forty-five minutes or so trying to find a new template since the picture in this one is gone. I wish I could find it -- I really liked this template. I still like it, but it's so bare. Sigh. I should have saved the picture myself ( Read more... )

the willow tree is the first
to grow leaves in spring time.
she extends her flowing vines
to meet the freshly thawed ground,
ready for the sun to shine.

leafing through my yellow scrapbook,
i come to the void
in my life that is you.i remember the time ( Read more... )

I haven't written for a while. It's finally December: the end of another year. It's amazing how when you're little, a year seems like an eternity. You have no concept of time. All you know is the day is too short to get in all of your playtime and you never want to go to bed. Then, one day, you are inescapably aware of time. A year is year. A day ( Read more... )

Today was a good day. First, I must tell of Tuesday and Wednesday, both of which began horribly ( Read more... )

Just to let everyone know, this was originally on Diary-X and is only here because I'm tired of no one reading my online journal, which is partially meant to be read. I don't know if I'll continue this, but check out my REAL journal and leave a comment if you really care. Haha ( Read more... )

The Virgin CommuterWake up to walls, winding walks -- a whole world of concrete. An early morning arrival. You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you try to pry your body from the seat after finding that skin and plastic have become one. “Make sure you gather all of your personal belongings and watch your step on the way out.” But they don’t warn ( Read more... )