Abhorrent Sexual Fantasies, Pt. 1

Yeoman, I'm in love.


Looking for women interested in donning federation standard issue.

Falling Down On Corners

Had such a long and good weekend, from acapella birthday songs to drunken washers and eating doritos while watching friends get in melee scuffles. My bones ache right now, and I'm barely making it through these episodes of The Wire, but I will persevere.

Taking the chemistry Praxis next weekend and I'm really nervous, but hopefully it works out in the end. I need to get some application stuff done for a teaching program I'm looking at but I forget how to write about myself in a positive way.

Omar Don't Scare

Catching the Big Fish

Lately I've been having a hard time distinguishing between my subconscious feats and my lucid ones. I think it's due to an overactive imagination coupled with a feeling of dread for all things real. I even take myself out of moments lately that have the crippling effect of this reality. Other people's discussions about their lives and reconciling the world they live in are a far cry from the nagging doubt I have about my abilities to thrive and exist in the same realm.

David Lynch prescribes transcendental meditation as the cure-all for these doubts, and as a gateway to the ultimate goal of "catching the big fish" - that moment wherein dream can actually become reality. I've never been one for mysticism beyond the occasional religious event, but maybe it's time I start thinking about a way to cope in a place full of confusing predicaments. For now, I think I'll begin a dream journal as some way to keep reminded of my own shortcomings and possible solutions to these terrifying events.

Unfortunately I remain a child - a returned piece of scrap from a pile of mail at home informed me of my sad state; it was a list of a perfected end-game team of Pokemon.

Keep dreaming.