Comic books inspire me to sulk more |
Writing blogs has always had a very nebulus motive for me. As much as I hate bullitens, I start to notice some defying paralells. Bullitens to me would be the pinnacle of self loathing. The point at w...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 03:00:00 GMT |
Warning! Parental supervision required. |
What never fails to amuse me is the absence of racial majority in high-school textbooks. Are we to beleive that at every scientists lab across the world, there is a crippled black child in a wheelchai...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 06:37:00 GMT |
Sometime in April |
What really goes on in our heads?Is it goals, or something we want?What makes us do everything we do?For me, its at 7:00 am, its coffee, and loving the morning "with" coffee.also for me, it's knowing ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 01:56:00 GMT |
January fourth, two thousand and seven times the number of years a one-year old child has lived |
I was five when they took me in the room ajacent from my classroom in preschool. I was pulled from story time, and we were reading about pidgeons. I remember only that the walls were made of black san...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 01:38:00 GMT |
December 24th, Two thousand and every dime that I dropped in the tip jar. |
Some people say that they have their shit together. Some people say they have their shit together.Some people say their shit is together.Some people say the same thing three times, and it means the sa...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 04:42:00 GMT |
September Twenty-Second, Two thousand and durr..... |
I used to get pissed on how my mom would always take something with a remotely odd name or trait, and comlpetely over use it. And not just over use it; make a perpetuating lame joke that she thinks I...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 02:26:00 GMT |
September eighth, two-thousand and six will never happen again |
I wanna feel like I know what I wanna do with my youth. Im not afraid of getting old, but then again. I can't fear something I never experienced. Sometimes I wanna fly. Sometimes when I drive at ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 02:17:00 GMT |
Pumpkin Bomb |
We woke up at seven to the sound of the breaks screeching seven floors below us. We figured it would be a good time to see if they had come back, so we both went down to the first floor after locking ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 16:51:00 GMT |
Night-Colored Clay |
Some nights you feel as if the world was thick with beauty. When lights in the night are so bright they leave trails in your vision so you see them all that much longer. So they dance and draw fire an...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 04:16:00 GMT |
July Eleventh, Two Thousand and six: Food Ennui |
Through my experience here at the ooklaah, Iv'e realized the true art in trial-and-error-ing the dining.
The first day is normally the most awkward (on all account...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 20:21:00 GMT |
