zaftigg

School is begun. And I am in class from monday to saturday, whew! I miss my monday evening to thursday am schedule.

something beautiful in transformation
something splendid when you catch on to it
like a secret
mind and body rising above the ashes to become something not quite unfamiliar
I can feel this momentous change manifesting inside as we speak
I felt it in the middle of summer session... and it's coming to fruit now...
hopefully the knowledge of fruition will be enough to keep me sane this semester...


Starting to regret Josh. We hold eachother back. perhaps I should have said goodbye a while ago. Apparently I'm still harboring a notion that he will sacrifice something for me.

meh, maybe I'll pull an elizabeth and shave my head and paint myself white and swear off the distractions of physical and emotional weaknesses.

and then maybe monkeys will fly out of my butt.

eh, fuck it. Besides myself, film is the only other master/mistress allowed in my house... unless george c. scott is resurrected...

I don't like personal or whiney journal entries on sg, but oh well, dig?