<Mountainous Heathen!>

a saint in every dream

august has come and gone and left us. once again. and it's been a while since i posted, which is normal i guess. it's hard to write here coherently; i'm always tempted to not flow, not make sense, not make it into an actual journal. then again, you might say, i already don't make sense and don't flow, to which i have nothing to say.

classes are interesting enough, but something seems to be missing in them. the financial aid office will help me find that certain something in the form of a work study job, a lab job if you will. i want to quit my current one. ceramics will help too, just as soon as i start going in regularly.

i miss pedersen and i wish i'd just have the nerve to go and say hello to him. i'll make myself do it one of these days. you know, the threshold of pride and of realizing that he's just a wee human like myself.

happy birthday charlie. you're not a teenager anymore.

my desk is dusty and cluttered. jenny must glare at it everyday. even though she says she doesn't care, and probably doesn't. i still come around to the idea. it's probably me glaring at it myself.

i wonder what beethoven did when he was angry. he couldn't have just gotten up from cold sweats and started to write, he had to have had down time where the anger wouldn't be able to give way to symphonies. anger has its limits too, you know.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Thursday, September 01, 2005 a saint in every dream august has come and gone and left us. once again. and it's been a while since i posted, which is normal i guess. it's hard to write here coherently; i'm always tempted to not flow, not make sense, not make it into an actual journal. then again, you might say, i already don't make sense and don't flow, to which i have nothing to say. classes are interesting enough, but something seems to be missing in them. the financial aid office will help me find that certain something in the form of a work study job, a lab job if you will. i want to quit my current one. ceramics will help too, just as soon as i start going in regularly. i miss pedersen and i wish i'd just have the nerve to go and say hello to him. i'll make myself do it one of these days. you know, the threshold of pride and of realizing that he's just a wee human like myself. happy birthday charlie. you're not a teenager anymore. my desk is dusty and cluttered. jenny must glare at it everyday. even though she says she doesn't care, and probably doesn't. i still come around to the idea. it's probably me glaring at it myself. i wonder what beethoven did when he was angry. he couldn't have just gotten up from cold sweats and started to write, he had to have had down time where the anger wouldn't be able to give way to symphonies. anger has its limits too, you know. posted by ...me at 9:55 PM