Headaches and woodsmoke
December 13, 2003 10:26 AM

Soundtrack: silence. early morning, the sun streams in between closed curtains.

It's always surprising when you have one of those moments where you realize "wow, i don't know how to handle this.. i don't know what i'm doing." it seems like they have become fewer and further between as i get older... (insert cliche about "what life is all about") but it's still shocking when you hit another one.

Looking at petridish archives for some peculiar reason this morning. i am swept off into memory by a wave of nostalgia...

last semester was... vibrant. it wasn't always FUN, but things were constantly happening, all in a rush, like a constant emotional acid trip. this year seems much... narrower. blander. with the exception of some very special new people... my world is just smaller

It's very strange being the "old guys" in the theatre department. talking with ariel at a party last nigh, realizing we've been here for three YEARS... and that she'll be gone next fall... i guess it's kind of sobering... and like any good drunk, i hate sobering.

i guess i feel like i ought to know more. i ought to be able to DO things, not just flail until i hit something that works for me. and i really feel like i can't.
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last five entries:
bye - January 21, 2004
Pretension as high art (or bad writing) also known as "Look at me! i'm misrable!" - January 02, 2004
Headaches and woodsmoke - December 13, 2003
Blackened hands and burning trees - October 28, 2003
face on the near side of my eyelids. - October 21, 2003