sick, sick, sick

i'm sick.

the worst bit was trying to sleep last night. those dreams that incredibly meld into your perception of reality. i thought they were going to shoot me. no, these last couple days have been a terrible mess. and i'm really not sure anybody reads this at all. and though it wasn't supposed to matter, it does, b/c why not just write in a regular, more perminate journel. where spelling, grammer and subject do not matter. or really just save my bits of inspired writing for letters and e-mails and such...

princess and the warrior

well, a few hazy half-thoughts have materialized into some very real things. Friday was my last official day as a janitor, though i'll always be one at heart. For the next four and a half weeks i'll be working and living at a summer camp that i've spent some time at the past two summers. I'll be coming home every week on tuesday night for my night class and leaving the next afternoon. Those are the basics. For now i'm too tired to carry on. I'll be sure to update at lenth next week.

something that i haven't done on this journel before is make my e-mail address (jimmy_eat_croup@hotmail.com) available to you. I'm not quite sure the reason for the change, except curiousity. if you have a website or blog be sure to let me know, i'll put a link up for you. and if you can guess where i got my e-mail address from, other than the band, you... will... impress me greatly! sorry, i try not to make too many promises. i will write you back though. take care.

the wedding procession

...i'm back. there's not much else to it. i hate repeating myself... about being overwelmed and all, so...

it crossed my mind tonight for the first time, seriously, that i should just give up on going back to school. quit my class that i have now and find some small town somewhere where it's cold (maybe iceland) and keep things simple. no, tv or computer. just books and music. some simple job, not much different from what i had during the school year. escape.

expanded idealism. but isn't that how we all live? what's in college except the hope to better our living conditions? no one goes to learn anymore. not even me. it's just too much to ask, to live and learn.

i did finish a couple good books over the week though if you want to peak into some of my counter thoughts.

check out:
dogrun, by arthur nersesian
and
the perks of being a wallflower, by stephen chbosky

aparently one of the sites/blogs that you can link to on your right, mentioned the latter. somehow i missed it though, and it was recommended by a friend who took interest. whom ever you are, i must say, well done.

counter sounds include, but are certainly not limited to: yo la tengo, moonbabies, arab strab, and selected songs from the soundtracks of the thin red line, a beautiful mind and the princess and the warrior.

countering all these, though it remains to be seen, are a couple of chuck palahniuk books from brother (thank you again):
Fight Club
&
invisible monster

also wanted to let you know that julia has a new journel. the link to the right should be updated check it out and also go to her site. she has a new poem posted (the top link in the 'i write' section, i believe) that's quite brilliant. and she is quite right to quote sabrina ward harrison.

on a similar note i'm putting a link up for my brothers' fictional journel, though i have yet to really enjoy it yet, i soon will.

perhaps not so oddly a large part of reality has died.

and suddenly you're in love with everything