Hooray!

Nothing better exists in this world than the wayward tilt of time and space: the day I've spent in bowling ecstasy, blasting the view.

Oh God, 24 was awesome.
Met with Robyn. The guy who is (I think) her boyfriend was hovering outside the house when we came back. She lives in a place of plentiful money, gated community, golf cart crossing in the middle of the street. Whoever this guy was, she didn't want to introduce me, instead she just waves me off to my car with this guy goofily looking on. Maybe I read everything wrong from the first moment. Maybe I missed my chance.
I suck. I'm so frustrated because I should be so much more mature than to sneek around and hypothesize happy endings. What I really want to do is throw all my junk out there and see what sticks. I don't enjoy coy, I don't relish being subtle; I have to make something, because, hell, that's the world we live in. I just wish i wasn't so convinced that it would turn out badly. Confidence is a great thing when you have it.
Growing up, I don't think I ever had a mentor figure, no one I could impress that needed to be impressed. Sure, the input and value of friends and parents is all well and good, but when did those people ever have the courage to stand up and tell me when something sucked?
Brian got in to Mt. St. Mary college. He's thinking about the seminary. The man's so knowing about Catholicism and theology that it's almost predetermined. But people don't see that. They see the fact that he's never had a girlfriend, never brought girls over, or any of that garbage. He's too brainy, I believe that. I believe that of the women his age, very few operate at his level. He's not unattractive, so he gets interest fairly quickly (I've seen it); however, the girls are nothing but blonde-tipped vacoules who "love a smart man", but disengage when confronted with his fierce intelligence.
I don't have this excuse. I buy too many books, and wind up reading maybe one in my freetime over the course of a year. I'm prone to video games and the internet. I am so many faults, I don't know where to begin.

Putting this here on blogger, because I know no one on LJ really wants to read it, and I'm proud/ashamed to throw it by the wayside.

Epilogue

All books 1$ is the greatest sign in the world.

Here's the working preface to a story I'm working on called "Beneath/ Between"


Contrary to what the planet earth believes, this generation did not arrive on the dusty stairway of disaster: that ubiquitous calamity in America's consciousness known as 9/11; instead, this generation is the belt buckle of a thing larger than imagination and older than the Rolling Stones. It is between worlds, between definitions, the generation has been between jobs and economies. Whether forward or backwards, the planet earth waits in silent prayer for us to make our move.