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My final conclusion is that I believe G-d exists. Not that he does for certain, but that I certainly believe. Why? Well first of all; I need to. I have to believe that I exist beyond nature’s intention; that I’m not here to simply make babies and die. I must believe I have a purpose because I can’t carry an imaginary one out. I can’t do this just ...
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Forgive the delay, but the topic of sex often evokes extra-lengthy rants.
Do not misjudge, I’m not a complete and total exhibitionist. I am a fan of keeping private matters somewhat private. But that’s the beauty of writing; there’s no one else here but me and my shiny red laptop. Writing is my pornography, my Avril Lavigne- my guilty ...
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A very interesting phenomenon self deception is.
When I was first sent away, I was hysterical. I was absolutely devastated and wasn’t shy about it either. I mean, I had completely fucked up my life to do drugs and hang with the cool kids. Once they were gone… what did I have? Nothing. Nothing but the fucking Utah desert and the fucking ...
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I didn’t write last night because I’m a lazy ho. No I’m just kidding I’m wonderful.
So, I’m back at escuela this week… Crazy isn’t it? It feels really weird: Like I’m walking around in this safe little bubble, which I am- essentially. I might as well take advantage of it. It’s hard for me to think of this campus as school. I’ve ...
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One minute I feel like an insignificant speck on this vast planet, the next I feel like I’m on top of the world. It’s so strange…
I know I should march through life like it’s a project to be worked on but sometimes I feel so lost in the shuffle. I want to keep going and doing but I inevitably stop and I ask myself why? What for? And the only ...
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(Pardon the hyphen in G-d. It’s a Jewish school thang.)
So, I’ve established that I’m a very sensitive person. I am not quick to judge and I often look to understand the structure behind the projection. I am always aware that there is one. Or I believe that there is. No one and nothing simply is what it is. Everything is a result of…
I am ...
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Hold that thought, I’m going to brush my teeth. I’ll be right back...
K, so for whatever reason, I really like talking to, listening to, and helping people. I really like being supportive. I don’t know why. I like to think I’m just a very compassionate and generous person but I know there is some personal gratification involved. I’m ...
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I agree with Olive. Music. We should all turn off our brains once in a while and just listen… Just learn… Scratch that, I think we should all leave our brains off and only turn them on when we make a conscious decision to do so. The answers aren’t all in our heads. Plus I think self-sabotage is part of the human condition. We get so ...
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Sam is happy. Sam is happy. La la la la la. Alright. So we’ve established that step one is admitting you have a problem. Awesome. Step two is figuring out that you’re a crazy mother fucker just like everybody else on the planet. Step three is to admit you have feelings and emotions and to deal with them in healthy productive ways. Step four is ...
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I know that I already blogged like an hour ago but consider this last night’s blog.
My Grandmother used to send me presents every day. Little toys, dolls, jelwery… She just showed me these little porcelain dolls she once bought but never gave to me. AS I held them I recognized their design and placed their features and curls among the ...