broken

"i wanted you to know i love the way you laugh
i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
i keep your photograph and i know it serves me well
i wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'cause i'm broken when i'm lonesome
and i don't feel right when you're gone away"

sunday

it is around 11:00 on sunday night,
and i am excited about going to bed,
falling asleep with harmony-scented incense,
and waking up tomorrow morning to go to work.
i am excited about work each day this week,
excited about hanging out with new friends,
and excited about what lies beyond next sunday.

...

missing her.

refreshed

how i love the way...

it feels when i work out

the meaning

when i started this journal, i remember posting about how my life seemed to have lost its depth. what is the meaning of my being here; what is the meaning of our being here....

i feel similar to that now. i want to start a quoteboard with my favorite quotes to help me remember my purpose and realize the most efficient way of achieving it. the board will be a craft that i work on week to week. laminating, putting borders on quotes, etc. i will hang it on my wall and be reminded of the meaning.

new year, new leaf

i feel good. its a new year, there is:

no college
furnished apt
real job
magnificent friends
in-the-know parents
a boston skyline
and patience in getting there

all is well here.