Thursday, April 28, 2011

Today, I am 22.

Today, time continues to progress, unaffected.

Today, my life remains the same as it was throughout the preceding days.

Today, nothing changes.

Today, I am the same person that I was 24 hours ago.

Today is not a big deal.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011


We are not studying.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

"When faced with an inexplicable event, it is always more rational to look for a natural cause than to attribute it to something supernatural. Appealing to the supernatural does not increase our understanding. It simply masks the fact that we do not yet understand."

Sunday, April 24, 2011

I don't know how much longer I can do this.

Thinking of you makes me sick to my stomach.

So why can't I stop?

Saturday, April 23, 2011

It's surreal, that feeling.

That feeling of saying goodbye to someone knowing that you will likely never see him or her again.

It is overwhelmingly strange.

But that is the nature of things, I suppose.

That is how time works.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Geeks have no social skills and are incapable of communicating with members of the opposite sex.


We get it.

We get the joke.

Now please stop telling it.

That mechanism is so tired.

It's really not very funny, anyway.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Obsidian Shell

Hungarian heavy metal?

Don't mind if I do.

Friday, April 8, 2011

I know that my presence here has been intermittent at best lately.

My writing as of late has taken a bit of a back seat to more pressing responsibilities.

Please bear with me and keep checking back every now and then.

I will be back to my usual schedule soon.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Well, I finally managed to destroy my sunglasses.

I accidentally bent the frames beyond reasonable repair a few days ago.

These glasses have been through a lot, and I've had them for a very long time, so I knew that it was only a matter of time before some sort of irreparable damage was incurred.

But I still can't help but feel a sort of sadness about the loss.

Four years is a long time to stare through anything, really.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I love the feeling of my hair against the back of my neck.

That faint, bristly sensation that it makes as it brushes over my shoulders when I turn my head is particularly interesting to me.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

I will be okay.

I will be okay.

I will be okay.

I will be okay.

I will be okay.