It's the threat at home of regret at home~

Hello world.

Last night was pretty cool. I went and hung out with Katie for a couple hours which felt really nice. We played hangman which was actually really awesome when both people aren't retarded, and you can actually challenge the person you're playing with in interesting ways. Also you can send them little messages and things, it was actually quite fun. Hangman is a game that is interesting psychologically, because your brain is constantly trying to fill in the gaps of what is and isn't a word, so you'll frequently get into positions where you'll recognize a phrase or word based purely on prior experience of sounds and connections. After words we sat outside under the stars for a while, and talked some.

It feels very similar when we hang out. We almost accidentally kissed on her porch, which was kind of sad really. I feel like we're restraining how we feel for each other, which hurts a lot.

Afterward, I found my wallet, went down to state street for a gyro (which was underwhelming) came home and jammed a ton of SC. SC is a reasonable time waster, while also being a lot of fun so I can foresee playing more of it in the future =)

Now that I've found my wallet I can get a sweet new piercing. I want dermal anchors (its what I freakin wanted back when I lost my wallet -_-) but I'm not positive where. I could copy Katie and get them on the back of my neck, but I feel like she'd be mad that I got the same thing xD. So I've decided I'm probably going to get them on my wrist. Im going to try experiments to see if they get too drastically caught on anything while Im just walking around etc.

I've also been dressing a lot cooler in general now, as I've done some laundry and plan on getting some new clothes to dress like the cool scene kid I am muahahahaha.

The Ocean Air, Fanned the Flames

Tonight was totally Bizarre.


Kalen and Madison said they were going "prowling" on state street. I assumed this meant chick hunting (and I was right in my assumption) so off we went. To make a long story short, myself, Madison, and Kalen smoked Lucky Strikes (a completely nasty cigarette, not that all cigarettes arent bad, but these are especially bad.) while giving them to drunk chicks and trying to act hip and cool around all the twenty-x year olds. It was a pretty sad night for me, I left the house so I could get my mind off Katie, but seeing hundreds of couples, much to my chagrin, made me feel more upset than ever. Regardless, I enjoyed a night out even if it made me think more about Katie than I would have at home playing SC for 4 hours. Now I await 30 minutes to call Katie to give her a wake up call in the morning.

Beat Control

I watched her, flying paper kites into the skies,
with long ribbons, tailing behind with ink blotted
lies. I watched her eyes, I watched her eyes and
her cold face teetering on felt strips with her toes
like a ballerina, with her body like a tyrant.

Her face lit up in the shallow cracking on the lake bed,
her body from the neck up peering off into the distance.
It flew further away, those paper kites. They flew until they were
like Egyptian pigeons; you couldn't see the faintest of movement.
Not even the reflection of the sun in their tails.