April 2011
20 posts
Song o’ the Day…. Err… Night
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It always seems...
That the darkest of times are my preferred place of residence. Chaos under cover of darkness, freedom by proxy of absence, these are the ideal operating conditions for my peak performance in life. Why else would I have flipped my entire sleep schedule on it’s head this semester? I sleep out the day and wake up to a dead campus, where only those as visionary or eccentric as I am, or like to...
Song o’ the Day
OK. You guys have Anisa to...
I Hate.....
Writing this goddamn book. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love my work, and I really love this story, it’s my baby. But the sheer vastness of what I have put to paper and what I have yet to put to paper is a daunting task, like memorizing a textbook, and I barely even read the textbooks I’m supposed to know in the first place. I’m sure things will get easier with my...
“To think I’m barely waking up, and I’m already in my twenties....”
“Your world is a product of your own creation.
Your friends are a result of your...”
– Anonymous
(me again.)
We brought things outside.....
To wind down in the fading summer heat, the lightning bugs slowly stirring from the places they go to escape the sun, just as we had done earlier in the day. As the fading light washed over the vines that sprawled around the porch frames, we sat side by side, speaking of things like two people often do. As the sun set we watched a movie in the cool summer twilight, the setting much more...
In a dream.....
Finding myself stripped of anything I could use as a weapon, I stood there, In my most convincing defensive linebacker stance, feet spread wide, ready to stay on my feet for as long as possible. “This is a wiry one.” said a man, his face marred enough by shadow that it was impossible to pick out any specific features. The effect of the shadows only amplified the one identifier he was...
“Talent is nothing to me without a love for wielding it.”
– Anonymous
(me.)
“My summer angel keeps me on the run.”
Once Again.....
I find myself in a potential pickle. I can’t believe that my past actions haven’t taught me to avoid these situations now. Yet when the circumstances cater to my one weakness I find it hard to shy away. I should know better, I should be better, especially when I’m even more ill equipped to deal with this than ever. The only thing I can hope for now is that the worst case scenario...
“It’s like my mind is trying to wake up, but my habits keep telling me...”
Just a Thought
Ive always been a dreamer. I exist in a world of my own creation. Were a bit of that dream world to escape into reality, there would be no hope for all those type A’s and control freaks out there. The dreamers, on the other hand, would thrive. That is the world I want to live in.
