What it Is

I have proven myself a failure at being consistent. Methinks this should be a place for me. Maybe not the collected me that makes sense. More like the me that likes to be. To wonder, to plan, to think, to understand. I want to write everyday. It is my hope that this is the blog that will facilitate that goal.

I dont make any promises. You could still call this my creative blog. But I'd like to think of it more as the debris that is left behind after all the normal thoughts blow through my consciousness.

Don't expect it to always make sense or be worth your time. I think the main goal if for it to be my sanity.

Mottled Light

Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Entry Thirty-Eight

Putting out a raging fire is not as easy as it seems.

Oh, wait. It doesn't seem easy at all. And it's not. There you go.

Happy Birthday Kirsti and Dad. One day late.

Who is ready for this canker sore to be gone? Ooh, ooh, me! Me! Pick me!

I really hope that this money is mine. It could be. Or they could just be pulling my chain like they always do. Stupid University.

That guy talks just like Dr. Cox from scrubs.

Who names their kid Cookie? (or) Who changes their name to Cookie?

Well, I'm tired. My brain hurts and it's not even the beginning of the semester yet.
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