September 2010
131 posts
now...
it’s time to rest my eyes once again… in these god forsaken dusty rooms. my roommates are falling asleep to hercules in the background. that only means i must play the same-old, yet still highly amusing family guy episodes a few volume increments higher (that’s only to my delight, of course). though my day was highly unproductive and i spent it watching a season of United States...
and another morning begins...
I’ve never been more confused than I am now in Florence… where I thought salvation would come running to me — clearly I was highly mistaken. My hopes were too high and my fear of life is too strong. Running away just won’t solve anything. This city is built upon contradictions, which seem to pile up and make the obnoxious, boisterous italians an even greater perplexity....
sometimes...
the only thing i really wish i could do is to be able to pour out my heart & soul. free of the embarrassment and shame… or incapacity to fully portray my thoughts and sentiments. to have beautiful and eloquent word vomit, as ironic as that may seem.
