Ever get that feeling that you're exactly where...
Since I’m new to the area, I decided to look up some local record and used book stores to check out. I spent most of the day with my friend Josh and dragged him to a few used book stores and at the last minute, decided to to check out this record store called Rock & Roll Heaven, downtown. So, we went down there and when I walked in the door, I was in awe at what I saw. I don’t know...
You should probably invest in an umbrella. I hear it rains (every single day) in Florida. Love, Shonna
Adventures of the mind.
I have to admit, it’s positively horrid that I’ve yet to read all the Harry Potter books. I don’t even feel American. That doesn’t work. I don’t even feel human. I do recall reading up to book 4 when I was in elementary school, but they got so big and I got impatient and thought “I can read 5 or 6 books in the time it takes me to read this one,” and gave...
In the past week or two, I have watched:
- The Departed - Dear Zachary: A Letter To A Son About His Father - Love, Actually - The Green Mile - Detroit Rock City - The Exorcism of Emily Rose - Donnie Darko - S. Darko - The Boy In The Striped Pajamas - Life As A House - The Virgin Suicides - Steel Magnolias - The Exorcist - The Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - Twilight: New Moon - 500 Days of...
Things have changed for me, but that's okay. I'm...
I suppose it’s time for a substantial update. It’s taken a few days to adjust to this new life of mine; but little by little… slowly, but surely… I’m getting there. It still feels like I’m just on vacation, even with my own room housing everything I own, my own bed to sleep in, my own groceries to buy… it’s an odd thing, starting over in a place...
I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that...– Virginia Satir
There is absolutely nothing wrong with being...
In fact, I think I enjoy it too much. Sometimes it frightens me how comfortable I am with loneliness.
Sgt. Tibbs - The Heartbreaker
On the eve of my departure, I feel a little odd. I guess that’s to be expected… in the face of such drastic changes, I believe it’s perfectly acceptable to have not the slightest clue how to feel, think, or react. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself to justify these instantaneous highs that unexpectedly plummet to the ground and leave me in a fit of nostalgic...
Packing is officially on my “Things I’d rather pay other people to do for me” list. Leaving for Florida on Saturday. Weird.
A rough sketch I did a few days ago, lovingly titled “To Leah Muzzy.” (Really, I just wanted this to show up on her dash so she freaked out, again.)
Okay, so, how's this for fucking weird?
Every Sunday morning, I go outside and grab the paper, shuffle through it and pull out the “Comics” section, along with the “Good Life” section, and then leave the rest for my dad. This morning though, for whatever reason, as I was about to roll the newspaper back up and put it back in the bag, I thought to myself “Eh, I’ll take a look through and see...