( Keep out or dye...your hair bright green )

What's that poem lots of people tend to use for their "boyfriend" journals. I'm curious, I remember reading it once, but I can't recall what it was called.

Thanks.

umm, well last night was really odd to say the least. im always this awkward image of the person i want to be. to sum it up: went to dinner with lance and then sat around my apartment watching migle, he left to do homework, went to mellow mushroom to see grants band, picked up mary from egans, wished i was as drunk as mac, had a lot of free drinks, danced around, brought mary home, went to waffle house, then slept through my alarm this morning, and ate lunch with jane and her mom. thats the calm side of it. i work tonight, and then i work a double tomorrow. roll fucking tide?

my roommate brought her spectra from home, I found the expired (in '05) film



"this really illustrates the complex intermingling relationships of these three sentient beings in a post-post-post-modern, post-post-apocalyptic society"
-my friend lauren

Friday night (tonight)
at Bottletree

We Versus the Shark
PS Eliot
Wildcat Revival

starts at 7

Here ares ome pages~

( behind cut )

Just a drawing.

 

( click here to view the whole thing )

www.myspace.com/ltsnakebeard

his bday is this weekend.
im sure plenty of videos to come.

tonight i made jane a quick dinner. whoever said that college kids only eat junk food is semi wrong. pizza rolls and easy mac are more of a 'im really drunk and i need to cook something without burning the apartment down' sorta food. besides...i am not your typical college student

It's so easy to pretend I'm not home when someone is knocking at my door.
I never let anyone in.
I've lost myself under a thousand layers of sarcasm and wit and indifference.
I've lost myself in that tiny little hole.
But I can't help but see the walls are caving in.
And then there was you.
You opened the door.
Just.
This.
Once.
And for a moment, you found me.
But you ran away.

When the storm comes, I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll run through the streets until my lungs explode.
I'll run.
Alone.
The wind is all I have.
I will follow the colors you've so carefully painted around your little head of fire.
I will follow you into the night.
Only when the hue becomes so brilliant my eyes won't shut.
Only when the trembling in my fingertips drives me mad.
I'll know I've found you.

To me, you are perfectly imperfect.
You are strange and beautiful.
But I only can see you when my eyes are closed.
So please don't wake me.
Please just let me sleep in.
Just.
This.
Once.

Maybe one day you will understand.
Maybe one day you will find me again.
I wish you would.



Maybe in another life.

First post =].

Hi, I've looked through a lot of your posts.  And I'm so inspired.  I just have a few questions.  [I hope it's allowed.]

1. Everyone has a moleskine.  What exactly is one?  [Sorry I don't mean to be such a newbie]
About yourself:
2. Do you journal for yourself when you can, or is it for like a project?
3. Do you journal everyday.
4. How many journals do you have?

These are just some questions so I can learn more about you.  And to inspire me.


I journal for myself when I can.  I've only ever had like a journal for writing my thoughts/how my day went ect.

I don't journal every day; it seems like I have to and its not fun anymore if i try to do it.

I have 1 journal.

TUMBLE DRY

boys. yup, boys. so you know thoses not really relationships, you know what i mean, when you describe them as "some sort of something"? thats the thing about boys, they call you crazy. you say things that they said during this given time and they dont acknowledge them, but the things you said they always remember. its funny how boys always do the same thing, they play the crazy card. youre crazy because you dont wish that it never happened, but really...it happened. we've all made some mistakes, but they get to pull that crazy card out because...well...girls are crazy. not really though...we just remember things.


danielle-ism # 402:

Danielle: oh god, my life reads like a blink 182 song...
Td: wow.
Danielle: i'm ashamed, but i mean, it could be worse. right?
Td: what if it read like a metallica song?
Danielle: i'd be miserable.
Td: i'm moving out if you don't like metallica...all the note will say is "you didnt like metallica".
Danielle: what if my life read like an aqua song?
Td: i'd tell you to lay off the drugs.
Danielle: like i said "it could be way worse".
Td: yeah, like a taking back sunday song.
Danielle: exactly.

Keeping you guys updated on polaroid/zink products, here is next years release:

INSTANT FILM LIVES

These are polaroids are took for an art project:

Brighton Pier

( +1 )

my official moving 45 minutes out of my home town up north to Chicago for school.





yay, bean, hahah.

hello!
i'm recopilyng all my collages and journals by years, and like i put 2005 & 2006... here goes 2007!
maybe you watched them, maybe not... but hope you enjoy them!

Hi, so this isn't entirely about journals but I've seen similar posts to this one here before, so I thought what the heck? I'll post.
I'm selling 3 books on eBay at the moment. They're all 1p (+ p&p).
I thought I'd advertise them here because I know some of you are interested in altering books/using old books as journals, or maybe just cutting pages of old books up to use in collages - whatever you want. All of these books are FAT PAPERBACKS and will cost you under £2.50 in total, so they're well worth it!!
Take a look if you're interested. :)

http://myworld.ebay.co.uk/connisthings

ps. sorry I'm only selling within the UK at the moment!

Okay, lets have some bona fide real talk. Telling internet visitors, ie: complete strangers, metaphoric details into my psyche, makes me unruffled, then finally I feel unperturbed. When I can clearly look at something and realize it really doesn’t matter. You say things that make me feel sick. I don’t even know if you realize what you say, do, or have done. I’m starting to realize that I like myself exactly the way I am. I am a vessel. Each day we take our inaccuracies, our triumphs, our vices, each and every learning experience and sow our roots into the soil. I want steady deep roots. I am not ashamed that I feel, that I experience, that I take trivial things into account and apprehend that these small steps create potential. I do not want to know the meaning behind each familiarity, but instead I want to treasure what I have learned. I just want to be present, be existent, live. We are the architects of our own fate. Look at me, instead of talking out loud to real human beings that i can touch and look at i talk in my head to humans from my past that i will probably never see again.

Some odds and ends from various journals and ringbounds :)

can i be her? i mean usually i dont pull the "i hate myself, can i be someone else" girly bullshit. but, with that said i would totally trade places with lykke li for a day or two...shes just so darn hot. agreed?

sometimes i think i need a blog, livejournal is apparently making a come back? i've stuck around all these years. i think they should be paying me by now



( i like girls with the crazy eyes )