January 2003
kick start my rock 'n roll heart.
living in my frat house at school is fun.
however, actually going to class is not.
i spend my mondays & wednesdays in the j-lab.
seriously.
i had a really fun weekend, didn’t you?
i need a new job. i need to understand myself better. i need to floss more.
angela & i.
some more pictures from beth’s party and hanging out at alexis’.
break is finally over! tomorrow, i get the blazer’s oil changed and pack for school. friday, i move in and have some gay leadership day shit in the afternoon. saturday: we party!
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college, along with cold weather, have worn out their welcome. beth, do you think you could e-mail me all the pictures you took of ang & i at alexis’ mom’s & this past weekend, from your party? that would be too cool. heh.
back to not liking my hair. it’ll grow out. but, according to ang, my “bangs are uneven and he left too much on the back.” ...
breathe, take your time, choose your words...
if i was atlas, holding earth on my shoulders;
my legs could give way, one of my peeves is redundancy. i suppose it has to do with unresolved issues in my life. moving on always signifies sort of an ending to certain stages in my life. dragging things out is never the good way to go about things. it just feels better sometimes.
sometimes i can’t properly function without some form of...
word flash photography, third class economy.
i need to spend more weekends @ angela’s house. saturday night: t.g.i. fridays w/ her, alexis, and beth. then to alexis’ house where beth and i turned her into a interweb nerd and then we met natalie, jc, and kelly at the shiny, phily diner. natalie and jc are some cool kids. i agreed w/ ang later on that if jc had the beard and more hair, he could pull off a pretty close jack...
making fun of fate.
here we go
leave it on the back burner
take it to the dry town
i got the mean time slippin’ down
the slide some uptight right wing,
political homicide, do what you want,
take what you will, take it in like a
southpaw, flip it on the grill
bourgeoise, protocol
bottoms up boys this is the last call
happy hour doesn’t last too long
you know it never does
so i sit here on a bar...
"literate and stylish, kissable and quiet."
have we lost what we love?
have we said everything?
does it change anything?
stare at the clock
avoid at all costs,
this emptiness.
ten seconds left
until midnight
nine chances to drown ourselves
in black hair dye
eight faces turned away
from the shock:
seven windows and six of them
were locked
five stories falling
forever and ever
three cheers to the mirror
now there are two of...