Boys Becoming Men, Men Becoming Wolves

Halloween is approaching. I really like this holiday, though I never dedicate enough time or energy on a good costume. This is what I've decided on for this year:



Which should be good since I already had the shoes.

School is going well, I'm sort of in a lull period, post mid-terms, but before all the end of the semester papers and presentations. Soon I have to register for Spring classes; it's scary to think how soon that semester is. And then, what it will be like after.


It's getting pretty cold, I'm already wearing long underwear.

I Suppose He Had a Private Sort of Greatness

Tonight's feature:



I can't wait till I'm 24 and I'm writing, directing, producing, and starring in what is widely considered the greatest American film ever made.

I could be an Orson, right?


Though the torment of three tests and a paper for Monday is over, I still can't unwind. Going home this weekend might help. It has been quite too long since I've seen my two best friends. Cam and Alex: hush, now. The agonizing weeks are over and we can soon bask in the days which are two weeks before Halloween. Every year, two weeks before Halloween... I think some kids go missing at Beverly's Mill. Something like that.

In other news, I need to invest in purple handlebar tape.

Mama, You Been On My Mind

Today I didn't get all the work done that I would have liked, but Ryan took me out to lunch. On Thursday I bought him orange lilies.


I am obviously very protective.

Sometimes I think I think too much about pasts. There are times when I plan the present by imagining how it will appear in the future as the past. I should probably forget that I have any control whatsoever and just, as some might say, do the damn thing. One life to live.