January 2011
3 posts
5 tags
To everyone who is calling for stricter gun laws in light of the tragedy in Tucson, may I offer this little tidbit: If guns kill people, then pencils misspell words, cars drive drunk, and spoons make people fat! Remember: Hold the PERSON accountable for their actions, not just the means they chose to utilize!!! Reposted from another friend’s status message. Don’t just like...
New Year's Resolutions
Take more pictures
Laugh more
Learn to love my job
Connect with technology less
Stop checking Facebook at dinner
Try new things
Be healthier
Form good habits
Put things back where I found them
Live for the now
Keep reading
Write more
Cry less
Judge less
Smile more
Be more genuine
and less sarcastic
Call Granny more often
Learn to be happier with what I’ve got
Exercise my...
December 2010
2 posts
4 tags
“Would you complain because a beautiful sunset doesn’t have a future or a...”
– Tom Robbins (via scout)
May 2009
5 posts
tomorrow
Tomorrow, I will:
Begin summer classes.
Create
Post some more in here.
Open up my Photoshop for dummies book.
Call my mom.
Love him more and more.
Miss my best friend.
Get to know my new ones.
Rejoice in someone else’s artistic abilities.
Miss you.
a nearby clock ticks off seconds of our lives, and...
I’m so uncomfortable when I’m the only one awake, I feel alone in a way I often do not. The solitude and quiet remind me of nights and days I’d rather not relive. So often I’d sit alone in my room reading a book or playing some bullshit 90s CD on repeat, letting myself feel and think about things that now would break me.
I think I’ve built up a wall between the...
April 2009
18 posts
3 tags
“Sometimes I wish I was the weather, you’d bring me up in conversation...”
– Unknown, to me at least
“It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one staring aimlessly at a...”
“Do what you love and fuck the rest”
– Little Miss Sunshine
her.
We were happy, then. Me and her. I look at that picture and sometimes I wish I never would’ve known her sober, so then I wouldn’t know what I was falling from. I think she’s slipped again, and I can’t say I expected anything more from her. It’s sad, I wanted so badly to believe things were different this time, that she was sober and in her cute little apartment...
“Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.”
– Josephine Hart
I remember me, all the little things that make up...
I wish I was a fly on the wall inside of Adam Duritz’s brain, a fly on the wall inside his heart. To know the pain/creativity/life experience that’s gone down that’s allowed him to write some of the most amazing music ever given to man.
I know he’s taken a lot of shit for being so sad all the time, and what for? A multi-millionaire that breathes and gets laid, the child...
my war on numbers
I can’t look at another number, not tonight, anyway. I’ve been studying since 7pm, I’ve taken a few breaks, sure, but not enough to count for anything. I’m tired, I’m wired, and I just want to cry. So instead I’m going to whine to my blog. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, and I do not think it’s fair or logical for Finite math to be a requirement for...
well wishes and sad songs.
It was a good day, for the most part. Classes were cancelled, Shawn came to visit, we had a delicious supper of taco soup, and now he’s sleeping and I’m pretending to be doing my finite homework. That class will be the death of me. No, literally. I’ve never abhorred anything more than I do Math. When I have a child, if it’s a little girl, I’m not going to...
“We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of...”
Newness.
It’s Whitney. I’m new here.