Saturday, August 17, 2002

send me an angel.

Wednesday, August 14, 2002

tonite, we watched 'the man who was never there' it was a decent flick and then part of the movie 'trekkies'. In the midst of this we payed charlie to eat a part of a habanero pepper, we laughed, while his mouthed burned and his insides gurgled. i was excited before to go to school, but now I am a little aprehensive. 2 more days of work at the hotel. will you be my friend? this, i think, will be my tagline for meeting new people, or perhaps, instead I will say something to th effect ' do you like nirvana and pearl jam, 'cuz they wail' yeah, so I am loser, I was looking up tourdates for the casket lottery, cursive, etc for the upcoming year, I just haven't been going to concerts and to a degree this is not troublesome.

yup. goals, however pipedreamish or not, seem to not get accomplished.

a fence was on my car this morning.

Monday, August 12, 2002

sometimes it seems like I am the one that has to make the effort, well at least in some of my relationships. & i have somewhat become tired of this task. the reason: well, because it makes me think if this person doesn't have the energy to want to contact me w/o I being the leader, then i say to you 'you're number one (through body language)' and forget 'it'. basically i am looking for recipricocity, which i think is warranted.

endpoint.

just a sparkle in the sun.
i don't know why she cries.
it seems we're always on the run.
from the secrets in our lives.

a flutterance of joy.
costumed in a parade.
the light still shimmers,
through the window in a telephone booth.

I am making that important call,
i was told to make it.
now that time has come,
i'd rather just forget. (than forgive)

10 months and still no sign.
better off this way, is my lie.
yet i still create and destroy.
the tinkerings of man, not a boy.

Saturday, August 10, 2002

i don't think I'll be bragging, when I talk to someone and they cry. Why, I am not really sure? So, do I feel the distance between, my friends and I, yes, is it really there? I don't know but I am not sure that matters when I perceive that it is there. I feel kind of lump on a luggish and want to escape from this, but not really sure if escape is that right word. I just need to be stronger in my convictions and be happy with the path that I choose. until then.

Wednesday, August 07, 2002

summer is wastin' away, when this occurs, i wish i wasn't working and that my summer had been more punk rock.

so, i have 6 more days to work. kind of wish it was zero. but i am alright, gotta get ready for the real world.

i want to play more music, alas, it may happen.

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

right now, i am having mixed emotions about this upcoming school year and the things associated with it.

shooting star: I'm the witness.
shooting star: can't dismiss this.

Sunday, August 04, 2002

i have just completed the novel, the savage girl, it was a good read, a recomendation from my friend jeff. i have started another book. currently, as of now, I am located in the state of wisconsin. I am at my grandfather's house, which situated on a wonderful, green farm. yes, i will, i'll stop picking it, or at least i'll try.

-they exit elevator #2, on the 7th floor heading west.-

"between you and me, you have to lend me three bucks for a pack of cigarettes" "all i got is is 23 cents" "well then you have to get me three bucks" " i don't think that is possible"