Nothing Special

August 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

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July 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

I just signed on to be a Uloop blogger for my school. Don’t worry, though, I’ll still be using this one. In fact, I’m going to ┬ábe posting my entries from that blog over here as well, but I won’t link to the Uloop one because I want to remain relatively anonymous. (I already added my first post below!)

Also, I’ll be off to Japan for three weeks starting today, and I don’t know when I’ll have free wifi so there might not be any posts for a while. However, look forward to a HUGE travel post when I get back!


Would You Get the Cure?

July 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

What if, within the near future, a cure for aging was found? Imagine freezing yourself forever in your prime. Life would be one great party, right?

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I think I’m gay for my best friend . . .

July 11, 2012 § 6 Comments

I wouldn’t call it a full-blown crush, much less love, but I can no longer ignore whatever the fuck is going on with me.

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I fall short because that’s all I know

July 9, 2012 § Leave a comment

I don’t generally consider myself an anxious person, just someone prone to anxiety. Which sounds a little ridiculous, I know. But every year, my anxiety has been getting worse and worse to the point that I drift from day to day, so paralyzed by all the various anxieties clouding my mind that I literally can’t do anything.

I’m sorry I’m not very regular with my posts. I’m really surprised that anybody is actually finding my blog and reading it so I just want to thank you all for taking the time out of your busy lives to read my clumsy words. It may sound a bit vain, but I can’t write without an audience because after all, if your words reach no one, then what good are they?

Though can I just ask one thing? I live in the US, so American readers don’t surprise me, but Switzerland, why are you second in my “Top Views by Country” stats? I’m sorry if you’re offended but it just surprises how anyone in Switzerland would find my blog, much less visit it to that extent. Does that make sense? I’m sorry, I’ll stop.

A shoutout to my British, Dominicans, French, Argentinian, Russian, Colombian, and Pakistanian readers as well. Though you last four only visited once, I still thought I should hi at the very least.

Thanks for coming by. I appreciate you all, I really do, and it warms me that my words are interesting in some way across borders.

Anyway, I’m going to continue with my original rant. In my opinion, it’s always better to expel negativities in some way rather than brood on them.

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Call on the Muses I

June 24, 2012 § Leave a comment

Just a little exercise to help with my edit-and-stall-as-I-write problem.

Here, you can try it out, too:
~ Play your music on shuffle. Make a playlist if you want.
~ Don’t watch the time.
~ Don’t skip.
~ Write whatever story comes into your head for the duration of the song.
~ When the song ends, finish whatever thought/sentence you were on.
~ Create a new story with the new song.

Have fun!

Also, if you’d like to see any of these bits continued, just leave a comment. (^_^)

Thanks and enjoy!

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The Maiko and the Crane

June 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

Glossary of Japanese terms available at the end.


One day, perched primly on the veranda like a young nestling, a young maiko gazed dreamily at the rear garden, distracted from the tangled embroidery on the kimono resting in her lap. The garden was small, but neatly tended to with each detail meticulously arranged just so. There was a tiny rock garden to the right which melted into a silently rippling sand garden in the middle before dissolving into a bijou pond, glassy and still as a mirror while delicate pink flowers like teacups floated on the dark surface. Overlooking the pond was a short, stout stone lantern, currently unlit. And beyond all this stretched the pale green of the bamboo forest, tall, thin stalks swaying in some intangible breeze while the leaves conversed in their susurrous language.

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