September 2009
20 posts
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Tonight I ran through the downtown and actual city area here, which at night doesn’t look so bad. Things are closed everywhere at night, so when I breezed past all the quiet dark buildings I forgot about the fact that most of those stores are empty and wouldn’t be opening in the morning.
Can’t Get It Right
Donny Goines (Ft....
Can I use your phone?
The University’s campus is tucked in between downtown and the less fortunate areas of town. The majestic buildings of a better time serve as an autocratic border between the struggling downtown and the decrepit society on the opposite side of University Drive, both hit hard by the looming recession. He walked through the campus, a bridge from one disheartened area to another. At first he was...
Something you hate to love...
Running. The least popular, yet least scoffed at activity of which man participates. Running has no appeal to those who don’t participate, but it still inspires awe. You try to keep your footing throughout trails as you are surrounded by nothing but nature’s beauty. You try to keep pace throughout the city streets as you are surrounded by nothing but man’s urban stir. Bounded by no boundaries. A...
Sorry
Me: Life ain’t sweet Saturday through Monday, but in the summertime you my watermelon sundae
Her: Today was the first day of Autumn.
Beats
You know in movies when the actor slips a pair of headphones over the top of his head, encapsulating his ears, and is just consumed by the music and all he can do is just smile in content? It’s not just theatrics, I’m the same way. It doesn’t take any type of drug to slip into another world, all it takes is some musical earmuffs. You don’t have conversations while garnered...
Take A Walk
The muffled stir of engines on the distant highway. My rubber soles clicking against the cold concrete sidewalks. The crickets serenading me with symphonies, seeming to compose all the sounds around me with their own. My favorite is the churning of the streetlight box on the corners, when it’s late at night you hear the lights changing and it’s surreal.
I wrote this on July 18th. My...
People Watching
loveyourchaos:
““I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”” - John Steinbeck
I am a people watcher. I love seeing people alone, to see how they act when there’s nobody around for them to put on a show for. Observe how they look around, their facial expression towards different things. This all risks sounding creepy, but I don’t mind. I enjoy seeing people...
Departure
So this is it. I reluctantly walked through the Academy doors in seventh grade, and now six years later, I will reluctantly walk out. “What do you think about the changes and the merge of the two schools?” This question was posed by a Girls Academy student and was followed with an answer that would be similar to mine. “I don’t think the people here want me to answer that” responded Academy alumni...
Gatsby
Alex: It’s always interesting to me, that it’s only the people that are desperate to get away that end up coming back. The ones that aren’t dying to leave but are just plain old excited usually end up fine. Me: I think that the people dying to get away think about it for so long that they build up this idea of what it really is in their head. They form this concept of illusion....
Night Owl
The later (earlier technically) it gets, the more emotional and pessimistic my entries tend to be. I’ve noticed this trait in conversations I sometimes have too. The midnight hours send me into turmoil.
A Third Installment
Seems that all I ever post lately are “quick thoughts,” despite having plenty of time to think. I’ve come to some sort of conclusion. I don’t know if where I am in the world really matters, considering all of the things I dwell on are things I can’t have. It doesn’t matter how far I run, I’ll still be chasing my past. I keep lecturing to myself about how I...
“and when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Slyvia Plath (via anthonybergen)
Delightful
I Ain’t That Bowie (Twista vs....
There are 1,577,521+ Blogs
..On Tumblr alone. I’m following 63 of those Blogs, and a mere 30 are following me. .002% of the people on Tumblr care what I have to say. Do the math for your own statistics and figure out how inadequate you actually are. There’s variables in this equation, as there always is when trying to combine math and feeling. “Well people just haven’t discovered my blog yet,”...
Part Duex
One final thought and/or realization. I never talk to my mom about anything. There is not a single thing more important to me in this world than my mother, and yet I have this internal strife that inhibits me from opening up about anything. If I were to overcome, what would come of it?
Quick Thoughts
A) I can’t figure out why I want to leave this place. I’ve lucked out in so many ways. I got the handicapped room in my dorm- despite not being handicapped- which is triple the size of any other room in the dorm. I don’t have to take any classes I’d dislike, I put together a relatively perfect schedule. As an athlete, I’ve got access to everywhere around campus....
