call•me•jonah

This semester i will try to find a story for everything. I will fail I know. but this active exploration. This creative dialogue is an important part of what. man i cannot think of words. an important part of. i think that steady grinding noise coming from next door isn't helping. what the hell is going on over there? that can't be music. it sounds like a saw. maybe they're watching a documentary on lumberjacks with their deaf grandmother, who hasn't yet discovered that she's not actually deaf, but just has a massive cotton fiber dam in her ear canal from poking around with q tips for forty years.

I think that a year ago i made an active effort to find beauty in everything. And the thing you find what you are looking for. I saw a lot more beauty then than now I think. So this semester i'll find stories. I'd better, cuz me writing is sucking.

i thought i would now digress into some psychological humdrum. some explanation for my behavior. an answer for why i am who i am. but i can't remember what i was going to digress about.