April 2008
17 posts
end of days
i got some pretty nice news tonight. well, not news. but encouragement. i got that. i might share soon. the pens beat the rangers tonight! woo! one down…now i’m watching the wire and thinking about bed. because i’m tired.
i think whn i mak posts hr i'm going to lav out th...
apparntly, laving out th ‘s is all th rag on th intrnts. flickr, tumblr, um…othr things with no ‘s. i’m finishing up my short story for class this wk and thn mayb i’ll hav somthing to say hr instad of “blah blah blah i hav nothing to say.” hav a good day, intrnts.
fallen behind
i haven’t updated as much i meant. life, school, work…all of them are sucking the energy out of me. i still feel that void, the vast nothingness of my creativity. it’s like i can’t fucking break through. ANYTHING. nothing.
meh
it would appear that i’m having an internal conflict of epic proportions. suck it, internal conflict.
darkest
My missing you is so large that I cannot begin to find the edges. I don’t know where to start because everything is the darkest part of night – no stars, no moon, just shadows and me and this giant, hulking thing called Missing You. If I take a step forward, I might find myself miles from you, millions and thousands of miles from you, from this point, and it is a step I’m unwilling to take. Stars...
“Something happened while I was away today and my computer was smoking a...”
– “thats what you think. I watched Wargames last night you hippy- it was in your “80’s section in your DVD stack. I mean, I am a computer and even I know that is way loser/sad/shut-in over-organizing?” FG1. (via ryanadams) foggy, war games is a fucking good movie, over-organized dvd collection or not....
Untitled
Looking out the window, I see countryside passing me in a blur. Cows and trees and barns become one, a violent clashing of memories and events and colors. The colors burn themselves into my memory and I know that fifty years from now, I will recall this day and how everything was muddled and how nothing was distinct. I log hours on a train speeding eastward, contradicting the usual need of...
less is more
my day was not as bad as yesterday (there is a man with a giant red umbrella!) but i am full of /longing/ for someone to be here. physically here. wednesday morning the roommate returns and finally, finally i will have someone else to talk to. back to writing.
carrot top creeps me out
my eyes won’t stay open. sleep it is, then. later.
“metallica.
i think i want to listen to them today but i keep coming up with...”
– (via ryanadams) i can’t believe i’m re-blogging. but i like what ryan has to say here about…a lot of things. i got my ass handed to me today by my professor — not in a mean way but in a way that really let me know that i have a long way to go before i can ACHIEVE. which...
hmm.
help.
weird
it’s so strange that you can reblog other people’s blog posts. today was a bad day for writing. i think a bottle of wine might help.
3 Cigarettes was borne from this « Brilliant... →
my current writing blog that tumblr might replace?
i'm just doing what they tell me
i wrote some truly horrible fiction tonight.
tumblr makes me think of whiskey
I don’t drink whiskey. Maybe I should start? This tumblr thing is strange.