today i watched a movie and cranked out another crazy, complex poem.
the latter made me feel accomplished...initially. but then i started thinking: is writing a poem really commendable (in relation to productivity), or is it a waste of time unless you can use it to make money?
i pray to god i'm published one day; otherwise, i'll be wasting a hell of a lot of time.

i wonder if i'll ever be in love?

wow. it's been a while.
done with school - summer is good. full of reading, writing, bike riding. i'm quitting my job, too.
feeling a little queasy now, so i guess i'll update later.

sometimes i get so "into" my writing, i become feverish.
not blog updates; essays. i don't write much anymore unless i have to, and when i have to...man, it's extreme.
today was our last english essay. ever. i pushed so hard, my cheeks were flushed and my heart was racing.
i want to feel like that every time i write.
i want to feel.

i am surrounded by temptation.
my dad brought home a massive chipotle burrito, one of my favorite things in the world.
my mom ordered a thin veggie pizza.
both are at my fingertips...but you know what? i can resist. i can eat these things-better things-any time i want. just not now.