three times in the back.

I hate feeling awful.

I would describe it as a spider bite. Out of nowhere, I feel this sting and then slowly, or quickly I start feeling my entire body go sour. It's like every synapse in my head is sending either a pulse of anger or sorrow. And then I just shut down. I don't want to move. I can't talk. I can't do anything to help myself.

I hate having people see me like this.

sans serif.

"Wow...your typography really sucks." - Leslie

I like being able to say that and not having it be an insult. It's strictly constructive.

dear, infatuation.

I talked to my parents this weekend. I was just calling to see how everything's going back in Louisiana. They seem to be well, and they were glad to hear that I was well, as well.

And I talked to Liz, she's doing alright. I have yet to speak with Billie. I should call her seeing as how I missed her call yesterday. What was I doing?...I have no clue. Being a nerd I'm sure. I also spoke with Rusty earlier this evening. He and D are up to the same old antics.

It's been a slow day. I finished a new element of my portfolio that I started yesterday. It's a hand crafted hard bound book showcasing my illustration work. My craftsmanship has drastically improved. It's a nice juxtapostion of sorts.

Anyway. Yeah. That's about it as of late. Laid back days of summer are approaching, yet oddly, that's always how my entire life has seemed to have flowed. Just take 'er easy. You know.

monsoon of horns.

Roxanne moved to Cheneyville. That's crazy. I'd like to go see her. Small small small small town life. I know it all too well. Rusty's moving back to New Orleans. More reason for me to frequent my visits to Louisiana. But how could I leave Philadelphia again for too long. Sometime during the summer I'll go. It'll be nice then. It is the Sportsman's Paradise.

Blah, I need a friend to smoke cigarettes with.

Wow...how did Enrique Iglesias' Addicted end up in my music library? I'm sitting here it's just like, whoa why haven't I changed this yet? Ha.

Eh it has been one rainy, miserable day in Philadelphia. Not really - miserable is a bit overdramatic in description, but you know what I mean. It kinda needed to rain, the trees are preparing their shade for us. Actually I had fun taking a nap today. Rain makes for nice nap weather. I'm all awake now.

royal navy.

"Hmphf," said my head, "...I never did get my bottle of rum."
I'll be damned. That sounds delicious, and it also sounds like trouble.
And exhale.

being bored.

Here's how unemployment goes:

-see daylight through windows.
-wake up.
-take a shower.
-eat breakfast or lunch, depending on what time you wake up.
-check email.
-dick around online reading various articles, blogs, job postings, etc.
-check the mail box.
-run various errands if needed.
-write various emails, mainly to Katherine.
-read various excerpts from books that are laying around.
-talk to anyone who is online.
-go for a walk or ride if extremely bored.
-read more.
-slowly watch daylight fall.
-clean apartment.
-go upstairs.
-watch television or read.
-fall asleep.

Sad?...indeed.

it was all in her head.

The internal head explosion has left me feeling strangely calm. I wonder, was it really my head cleansing itself? Was my head really too full of ideas?
It scares me a little, but at the same time maybe it's a good thing. Maybe my life is heading in this new direction and I need the space for all the new ideas.
Maybe I really am just crazy. Mad genius, perhaps?