what happens when other people’s

what happens when other people’s voices replace your own a as meaningful means of self-expression?

I tried writing some poetry again the other day, and I failed miserably. I couldn’t get my rhythm, my timing, nothing. I totally feel like I’ve lost my voice, somehow incapacitating it in the 6 month time since I’ve last written anything resembling semi-decent writing.

BWAAGH!

you know, one good thing

you know, one good thing that’s come out of this whole terrorism mess is that there’s much more of a spotlight on how the media covers these sorts of events. now, the nation is paying attention to these sensitive matters of cultural/religious differences, and the media is forced to reflect their audience as accurately as possible or be forced to lose viewership. It’s kinda sad that it takes something like this to get people interested in news and looking at news sensitivity issues, but I guess regardless of what the reasoning behind it is, it’s about time.

with all the requests for

with all the requests for blood donations, here’s mine:
my friend blake was riding his new motorcycle about 3 weeks ago when he was hit by a drunk driver going through a red light. the driver tried to get away and dragged him through another three intersections. he’s had his leg amputated, his organs don’t work, etc. read more about it here. I found out about it last thursday, but I didn’t get enough info to email out until sunday… and now with all this madness… -shakes head-

so.. I guess amid all the “please give blood!” pleas (for those on the east coast), I’m making one for my friend. if you’re interested in donating, please message me. there are more details about this further down.

I tried to study tuesday

I tried to study tuesday night, but I couldn’t concentrate. I tried to sleep, but I was too scared to. it was so eerie being at the apartment alone. I totally couldn’t deal with it.

final today. time to catch some zz’s.