April 2009
17 posts
“I’ve had shots of whiskey that aren’t this bitter…”
– Liam, when asked by JP what he thought of Courtney’s final story - oh WR 211A, how i’ll miss you…
the end is nigh
8 days before i leave boston
8 days to pack up my life
8 days left
before sadness
then anger
now panic
and i keep forgetting to breathe
Smart Seagull →
it’s stuff like this that makes my day. another example of how stumbleupon makes my me feel that much better about life
this week got away from me
i have so much to do and so little time
so little time left with all of you
its hard not to think about
and a little hard to keep my eyes dry
how did we even get this far…
little ol' country town →
stumbled across this while looking at my small town newspaper from back home online. this basically sums up my town - oh so quaint and country. i still don’t understand how it still exists in a state like massachusetts where everywhere is crowded.
boston marathon
today was the day of the boston marathon. for someone as non athletic as i am, this shouldn’t be a day that i would hold in great esteem and think of very often. and it’s true i always forget that this day exists until it comes around - and then i can think of nothing else. and this year, being in boston, i really couldn’t escape it. weeks ago the banners went up, signs started...
twitter
so i was convinced by some friends that it would be a great idea to create a twitter. so, i now have one. thought i’d let ya’ll know about it. look me up: graphite2b.
identity crisis
over easter weekend i decided that it was time for a change. so i sacrificed my curly locks, the ones that i had decided to grow out for the first time in my life - and was actually making head way with - and i viciously chopped them off. i cut them to the extent that they now refuse to curl. and i am okay with this, or at least i thought i could convince myself that i was okay with this.
until...
insomnia
after a long - and much enjoyed - hiatus, my insomnia has returned.
so here i am, wide awake, at my aunt’s house, trying to be quiet as a mouse, while the whole street sleeps. I honestly think that my window is the only one with a light. outside the only lights i see are street lights, and even those are dim.
and it makes sense - 2am, easter morning - who in their right mind would be...
and all that was left was poetry erased…
