Paisley just isn't the same without your violence and sarcastic remarks.

I think I will make my bedtime 11:27 on school nights if nothing is happening otherwise, because it has a nice ring to it.

I'm writing poetry week by week, line by line, in that order.

Maybe it'll mold into a work of art someday.

Dylan, I want to see you like none other. The mountains are lonely without you.

"I find it weird that I only like things that don't make sense. Since nothing in life actually makes sense, things that really have no logic are a comfort in a world on disarray. Hollywood movies portray things that have a purpose, reason, and a conclusion, but all those things don't exist in the real world. And in my life especially, I have never known stability, true love, or things as they should be, so by watching things considered odd and normal, they are life-like to me for that is what life truly is. People have faulty expectations of themselves and of life because of poorly portrayed stories in the media, and it's really sad. And.. this all makes sense to me. I dunno why, I just always found it interesting how Chaos and Serenity go hand in hand."
Evan Wagoner has got to be one of my heroes.

I've gotta stop editing this post.

That's all I can think to say.

(I keep remembering the first time I got electrically shocked through a vacuum. And the title is a reference to Bauserman. NOW I'm done.)

9/12, 6/1.

(11:03:26 PM):It seems like I was glancing over at you in the movie theatre yesterday
(11:03:46 PM):unloading pumpkins this morning
(11:04:42 PM):maybe around lunchtime wandering into dark rooms in the church and hoping you'd follow.
(11:30:53 PM): I love you. i mean, i'm totally in love with you. had no idea it would ever happen, but glad it did, because you make me fantastically happy, even on a really bad day. like today? had a few tests, can't talk because i lost my voice w/ a cough, have ridiculous amounts of work still to do, it's 9/11 to top it all off, and it's been the best day of the week because i got to spend so much time talking to you. I feel like writing songs about you, you inspire me that i can go and do something worthwhile. I'm crazy, i know i am, but that's how much i'm into you. Like... there's not even a way to describe it. bliss, nirvana, whatever, i don't understand it, and i don't want to. all i know is that you make me ridiculously happy. it's amazing. YOU'RE amazing.

My dearest doctor.
I must indeed inform you that I’ve fallen quite madly in love with you (strange as it may seem), and the zeal, if you will, that I feel is driving me beyond the taut line of my sanity.
The cure to my ailment merely consists of one simple thing…easy enough to get, but the decision to offer it is entirely up to you…
If you so desire to give it to me, you will be faced with constant fluctuating and unspeakable evils, yet at the same time the great and the terrible.
Scary thing, isn’t it.
Know what it is yet?
The choice is yours, doc.

[June 1, 2009 9:30 PM.]