Greetings everyone. I have news, if you haven’t been already informed. This news is that I’m taking a semester off from RPI.– Facebook, pertaining my semester off from college
I was (and still am) taking care of financial aid a bit too late, and my ultimatum was either to rush loads of loans, pray financial aid would reimburse some, and register for classes late.. or simply accept the financial leave, and get my stuff together over spring. It was the smarter decision.
So now, I have time to take care of some unfinished business and become a bit more adult in the real world. Alongside this, I also free time to reconnect with all you Rockland and Kingstonites, if you wish! And Rensselaer folks will see me every now and then visiting for cool campus events and Ground Zero shows/open mics.
College bathroom. Lots of compliments.
Meditation in NOLA.
10g guitar in . . .... Nashville?
"Picking up chicks"
Beiber at work
Here is a recent picture of me. I haven’t cut my hair in .. a really long time. Perhaps a year and a half.
This is my girlfriend. We Skype a whole lot, and speak in code about naughty things.
Holy fuck this thing is old! And kind of depressing. I’m gonna post some cool stuff, and hopefully get creative. Don’t expect it to make much sense out of context if you don’t know me. But if you have interest, that’s cool.
Nobody really wants “me”. Not personally; generally. And it’s not their fault. There are a lot of “me”s at first sight. It’s disappointing, but something which I will need to change my opinion on and deal with.
Since I’ve had my laptop, every time I come up with an inspiring word or two, sentence, poem, paragraph, I jot it down in TextEdit. A bit has found its way into my music, but most of it just floats around. I’ll share some here.
What a shame
Draw the shades
A breeze rolls in..
Blow all over
My restless October
I’ve committed a sin..
It’s not what you think
Please stop and think
Consider the children..
I have a dark secret
That the moon excites me
It’s my unbearable urge, I must learn self control
It is not dead yet. It does not want death, for nothing wants death
The memory will cry itself to sleep every night
Sometimes things are forgotten
They disappear in leaves
But that does not entail the end of the adventure
On the back porch of its empty house, it lies
Praying and begging not to disappear on its deadbed
But does it work?
I sure hope it does
The stinging in my eyes keep them shut
From seeing the mistakes I made in
(the previous world
my old station)
Someone tell me who this is
this stupid man with
Self-mount albums, for any purpose
I will take my time because I have
learned that lonely boys are always patient
thesempiternalsea asked: You are a sloth :3
U A FAG
thedrawingskillsofsatan asked: i love you
Walrus cannot be loved
you’re walking in the woods
there is no one around
and your phone is dead
out of the corner of your eye you spot him