August 2011
July 2011
yesterdayifeltlikegod:
yes i am a long way form...
I get to go to my new home todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Fucking good time in my life in this moment.
So much good.
I’m tired of not being able to ride my bike.
I’m tired of living in Phoenix.
I’m tired of getting home too late to do anything productive.
I’m tired of waiting.
I think I’m changing my major. I just feel like writing and publishing is something I can do on the side and something so very many people are trying to get into. I don’t feel like I still have...
It helps, now and then, to step back and take a long view. The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts, it is even beyond our vision. We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work. Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying that the kingdom always lies beyond us. No statement says all that could be said.
No prayer fully...
Why can’t I just have a nice night alone in which I do not freak out about everything?
I need these things done by tonight…or by the end of this week: -write my grandmother a vague letter detailing my life at the moment -finalize, print, and send announcements -take French placement test -start building (aiming to finish) Beauregard II -get Tommy back on the trail -start packing and thinking about what I’ll need, maybe -get a lightrail pass for the year -exchange my...
Microphone check
wanna make sure you can hear me
We toast to the monies that we owe owe owe
I luv Louis C.K.
I used to be a pretty big stickler on people saying really socially unacceptable things. I let that fade a little bit because I felt like people were constantly annoyed by it and it was kind of annoying me in a way, too. Now, it’s coming back because it’s getting to be too much on my conscience to hear things like “retarded” or “gay” or “didn’t see...
I’m really hungry and would like to go to the kitchen to eat, but my parents and my brother are having a really tense discussion in the dining room. Dilemma. Awkward dilemma.
Getting so into Annuals and Sunfold.
soulfigures:
Oslo in the Summertime- Of...
Seriously. It’s not that hard.
You’re=you are
Your=not you are
The joy of being a successful adult
I am so sick of being home. I am so sick of being in Phoenix. It is time to move. Let’s do it.
What I’m really craving right now is a night in the city. I want to walk around from art gallery to store front to cafe to bench and just enjoy people and things. I want to have discussions on what’s clouding my head and what’s interesting. I also want to ride my bike…MY...
I just ordered a pizza by myself for the first time. They grow up so fast :, )
“I’m fed up with this woouoourrld!”
– Johnny, Today suckz ballz. (via sandpaper-tongues)
I forget why I’m doing this to myself.
My mom ended our phone call with “Enjoy the house to yourself!” I guess you could call this enjoyment…in the most sadistic way…
