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Running down to the riptide

I wanna be your left hand man

15 September 1988
"Dear die-ary,

I stared, motionless, before the mirror. As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine that everything is different. Over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like. But, like always, my hand hits that glass. I know that if I'd only waited just one more second... shit. I'm gonna go kill a party clown."



I'm a senior at Loyola University New Orleans, more or less tallish and smallish. There are things and people to play with everywhere, so it's not really worth lingering over the tiny, quibbly things, because then you're missing out on all the shiny awesome that there is in the world.

Even if it sucks.

Come on. It's shinyashell.

I'm a reader, a writer. I love playing games and chasing people. I'm an asthmatic, which means half the time that I'm not coughing I'm pretending that I can breathe. I evidentally do this very well. I'm ridiculous. I love the cheap things in life-- the $5 book, the soda, the cheap egg-shaped-clock. I'm a geek, thus I like me some geeky things. I read Harry Potter and all of those kids books that are still amusing. I love.

Adopt one today!