Thursday, September 25, 2003

alright. well, it is official. i have finally submitted a few things to the auburn circle, but shhhh.. it is a secret. it's a secret in case i get totally rejected. the less people know, the less humiliation i will have to suffer. ofcourse, as scottie pointed out, just because my things don't get chosen, it doesn't mean it isn't good, it just means it isn't what they want. and if conservative auburn doesn't like my stuff, then fuck 'em.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

with each clickety click of this worn down keyboard, i feel as if i'm reaching further and further back into the eighties.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 - 'David' restorers ignore criticism - Sep. 16, 2003

i have actually been here in real life. and yes, it does make me feel cooler.

Thursday, September 11, 2003



i really liked this website, as i added it to my links, but this link will connect you to the introduction page or whatever and it plays some madonna song. anyone who knows me well knows how sick i am of madonna. what's worse is that i even muted the song i was listening to in order to decipher the crap i was hearing from the webpage. - Poll: Terror laws could threaten freedoms - Sep. 11, 2003 - Poll: Terror laws could threaten freedoms - Sep. 11, 2003

two years after the event, people are just now realizing that their freedoms may slowly be dissolving. considering that i am a native american, my freedoms haven't been stripped quite like those of non-americans, but to me, freedom is getting to meet someone at the gate after their flight and freedom is being able to say how you feel about the future of our country without people claiming that it means you don't love america. how can i not love america? i was born and raised here, happily, but there is no doubt in my mind that this country has taken a turn for the worst.

~peace, love, and creativity~

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

so, i'm supposed to be leaving for class pretty soon, but all i really want to do is cut things out and paste them together.
i've been thinking a lot lately about real life and what is it? after i clean my room i might explore that idea more.

yesterday in basketball, i broke my nail. as petty as that MAY sound, it hurts like a bitch to break a nail. it was real, which hurts less than an acrylic, but i developed a bruise underneath my nail and it did bleed. blood validates an injury right?