elph's picture

Jack Merridew's message..

radiosilence95's picture

11/12/13

Today's date is so fun to write.

I think I'll start with smaller stuff and get to the meat of this journal later (P.S: the meat involves relationship-esque things). Ummm I fucking love college, in case that wasn't abundantly clear already. I've learned more in one term of college than I have in one year of high school, and that's really not an exaggeration. I mean, it really isn't even worth it to compare high school and college. To do so would be like comparing Stephanie Meyer and Shakespeare.

anarchist's picture

solitary exploration

I was in a bad mood on Friday at lunch so I expored behind the football field, in the practice area. That place always inspires me. It's even better when alone and while listening to Oneohtrix Point Never's ambient music. I took plenty of photos but they don't inspire nearly as much as actually being there. It's surprising how beautiful the area behind such a dull and uninspiring place can be.

Schools always seem like such a strange community to me, especially such a gigantic high school that I am forced into.

Anyway, hanging outside alone during lunch is the best thing ever.

elph's picture

Across Jamaica's Gay Divide - Part One

This is a very disturbing, but very important, 55-minute assessment (BBC: The Documentary) of the current status of LGBTs on Jamaica. Please listen… Just "click" on Listen now 55 mins

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01ksh8f

Here is the BBC's introduction to the program:

elph's picture

Tyler Clementi: He Will Forever Be Remembered!

Tomorrow, Sunday, December 10, the 3rd anniversary of Tyler Clementi's leap to his death from the NJ-NY George Washington Bridge will be commemorated in this very special tribute:

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/tyler-clementi-family-walk-g-w-...

poetic_star's picture

shamrock eyes

Dublin stars play tag between
Rowan leaves as the plastic
party lights in my room
match their sad glow.
And my dreams are
made of notebook paper,
Adam, cigarette burns
and broken frames of
your stained-berry smile,
glistening with last summer's dewdrops.

I have your favorite pocketknife
stashed away in my closet
under a pile of old wool sweaters
and yearbook photos that
our folks never saw.
Remember, friend,
the carved symbols we left
on that park bench
and the crayon marks, also?
I suppose they're still there,
though I haven't gone to check

Super Duck's picture

19

Today was my birthday. It was the best birthday I've ever had, even though I have a macroeconomics test tomorrow morning, so I have to study some more tonight. I'm actually in the library right now, but I'm taking a break because this guy across the room keeps coughing annoyingly. I know he can't help it, but it's the exact same hacking cough, over and over, like every 30 seconds on the dot. I got so many presents in the mail from my mom that I had to make two trips to the mail room. So much candy and some boots and some nice clothes that I still need to try on. I haven't gotten that many presents since I was in elementary school and still having those birthday parties where you invite your whole class.

lonewolf678's picture

Empathy

I had no idea how blind I used to be, not in the sense of sight though. The more I think about it, there's a real issue here (where I live) that no one's talking about, or maybe aren't aware of. Whenever I'm riding the metro to get to my college I see the houses that are passed. Old, worn, decaying, peeling and decrepit, and yet they're occupied.

anarchist's picture

the high point of my day

i enjoy speaking during these minutes

the time when i would rather be with than without

seeing is euphoric

appletime's picture

So this is a journal.

I have been instructed that I ought to journal. So this is me making an effort.

I've been lurking here for a month or so getting a feel for the community. And stalking my partner. So there's that.

Perhaps I will save this space for ranting when it may be inappropriate to do so on my blog. My blog is mostly pictures of Disney princesses.

So, appletime. Securely bisexual? Less securely man-shaped. Well, aspiring to man-shaped.

Perhaps out of the target age here.

Hello, friends.

Perhaps We Should Leave's picture

Bored bored bored bored BOOOOORED bored bored Bacon Orifice Replay Endgame Doppler BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED BORED bOrEd BoReD

So. Fucking. Bored. Nobody to talk to, nobody to play with, nobody to even make snide comments about being BORED to. I'M SO FUCKING BORED. Hellishly so. I swear to Goddess I'm gonna fucking deep-fry my neighbor's little kid, too, if the little blond shit doesn't SHUT THE FUCK UP. God I hate children. Not only are they perfect little sociopaths, they're useless and waste far more resources than they create. *adventurer voice* Overpopulation problems, ho! *normal angry voice* Obviously killing and eating them is the solution.

elph's picture

Does anyone truly believe this? Now… really!

"New Jersey’s law banning so-called gay conversion therapy is facing another court challenge, this time from a couple who claim their constitutional rights are being violated because the law prevents them from seeking treatment for their 15-year-old son."

http://www.courierpostonline.com/viewart/20131105/NEWS02/311050025/N-J-c...

jazzybchick's picture

Well...

I won't be posting on here anymore because no one seems to give a crap about anything I post which is pretty messed up being that I came here for support and advice. Well I'll take my stories elsewhere. Goodbye!

~Pretty Upset At People On Here -.-t

swimmerguy's picture

Our hands, our heads, our brains, our lungs, they're just machines. Our hearts are all we've got left, and they're just machines

I'm tenser than I thought, I woke up yesterday with a real ringer of a headache, wondering why, as of course I just got a good night's sleep. Then I found my jaw ached like all hell as well, so I think I was grinding/clenching my teeth all night long.
The headache raped me all day till I took some ibuprofen and it went away.

lonewolf678's picture

Do Not Mistake My Friendliness for Foolishness

Dear That Guy,
you're a pretty cool dude in a few ways. Sure you might be a little socially awkward sometimes and you look at me as if I'm judging you for it. I'm not man, I've been there, sometimes we just never had the time for social skills. But you've been improving, I'm glad. Though that's not really what this is about at all.

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