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(no subject) [Apr. 9th, 2008|01:23 am]
There's a homeless man asleep on the stairs, one flight up from my apartment. He was awake when I first saw him, when I returned from Taco Bell. I merely looked at him, then went inside and locked the door. I wanted to do something for him, though... He was asleep when I went out again, a few moments ago.

I hope he likes apples.
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(no subject) [Feb. 16th, 2008|02:15 am]
It's really weird. I still miss her... It's been a year and a half... Why do I?
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(no subject) [Jan. 2nd, 2008|11:12 pm]
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Things like this really piss me off [Dec. 7th, 2007|12:51 am]
http://www.statesman.com/new s/mplayer/other/32386
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mouthgasm [Nov. 5th, 2007|06:53 pm]
I just had the best meal of my life tonight, at Sushi Q along Grand River. A Japanese dish called Al Bob. I gave a 50% tip - it was *that* good.
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owww [Oct. 20th, 2007|12:53 pm]
... what the hell did i do in my sleep last night?
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"... en autre fois, nous pouvons..." [Oct. 15th, 2007|12:44 am]
Ah, sentimental nostalgia once more...

Comment je s'adorais.
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weird dreams [Oct. 13th, 2007|02:10 pm]
something about a patrick the starfish stuffed animal being possessed by a demonic spirit, telling me to kill and or destroy, and self proclaimed witches telling me not to worry; that this was merely a familiar meant to do my bidding, if I just asserted myself as its master...

Seriously WHAT THE FUCK is with these crazy dreams lately? Am I eating something I shouldn't before bed?
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(no subject) [Oct. 11th, 2007|08:31 am]
i just woke from a dream that one of my profs from freshman year was trying to kill my mother.... wtf?
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Some people have strange dreams. [Oct. 10th, 2007|01:26 pm]
I dreamt about another's dream last night. It was weird - sitting in a theater, with another's dream being projected on the screen as she dreamt it... It was someone I knew back in high school, and she was dreaming about me. Apparently she waited four years for me, but I was too dense to realize it?

And the dream continued. I was awake, back at home with my mom and sister, talking to them about the weird dream and drinking coffee. And there was something about fish.... Vaguely remember a giant aquarium with two extremely large fish in it, that I kept fretting over...

I always hate dreaming about home. When I woke up, I thought I was at home, in my bed, with no school or work to worry about (so of course I went back to sleep). I'd wanted to be up by 8 this morning... not 1:30...
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Sentimental Bastard [Sep. 23rd, 2007|03:36 pm]
[mood | aggravated]

As I drove back to Lansing this morning, the soft colors of the early autumn trees left me feeling I was driving through a painting.

Another thought entered my mind, "What good is a beautiful day if you have no one to share it with?"
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(no subject) [Sep. 20th, 2007|10:02 pm]
[mood | bouncy]

Holy hell, I have a mid-term on Monday. Good thing I decided to check the syllabus for a change, eh?
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Well ain't that strange. [Sep. 3rd, 2007|02:51 pm]
Last time I took a Jung inventory personality test, I was classified as INTJ.


INTJ

loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, not very altruistic, not very complimentary, would rather be friendless than jobless, observer, values solitude, perfectionist, detached, private, not much fun, hidden, skeptical, does not tend to like most people, socially uncomfortable, not physically affectionate, unhappy, does not talk about feelings, hard to impress, analytical, likes esoteric things, tends to be pessimistic, not spontaneous, prone to discontentment, guarded, does not think they are weird but others do, responsible, can be insensitive or ambivalent to the misfortunes of others, orderly, clean, organized, familiar with darkside, tends not to value organized religion, suspicious of others, can be lonely, rarely shows anger, punctual, finisher, prepared



Today, it says I'm ESTP - almost the exact opposite.


ESTP


content, emotionally stable, outgoing, social, group oriented, finisher, does not like to be alone, open, decisive, likes external praise, likes to be center of attention, frequently joking, adjusts easily, likes crowds, self confident, neutral moods, good at getting people to have fun, disorganized, messy, talented at presentation, not easily annoyed, does not like to be alone, enjoys crude jokes, likes to lead, likes sports, more likely to come off as masculine, risk taker, tends to dominate conversations, fearless, can handle criticism, hard to discourage

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Damnit. [Aug. 21st, 2007|05:22 pm]
I'd forgotten something very important. The people I know up here won't do shit unless alcohol or pot is involved.

"Hey, wanna go to the hookah place tonight?"
"For what... ?"
"Dinner and hookah."
"But I have booze here - why'd I want to leave?"
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Freshwater [Aug. 17th, 2007|09:42 pm]
A few weeks ago, I'd been talking to Jessie Nieves on AIM, and learned the group she's in was having a concert in Haslett - about 20 minutes from my apartment. Obviously, I decided to go.

Put simply, tonight was amazing - too bad it ended so soon. Lake Lansing is beautiful to say the least, and the weather was abnormally agreeable for this summer. And there is a place in my heart for Celtic, Irish and Folk music - which is what they play.

This is the most calm and content I have felt in a long time... Some things from the past came back to mind, and I could really feel them... heh. Makes me want to pull out my tin whistle. I hadn't felt that image in... at least a year. A thought came to my mind - "I think I've fallen in love." - with this place, this time, this night...

I switched between taking pictures, sketching and writing a bit. An old man started talking to me while I was outlining a story, asking if I'd come out to study. Was kind of weird; he acted like a cross between Jim and Kyle - even making some remarks and jokes that caught me off guard ("You're single? Ah, then I see you have the same girlfriend as I do." *raises hand*). He was a funny guy, though it's really weird to meet ANYONE that outgoing - and even moreso to be that outgoing AND that old.

When the show ended, I thanked Jessie for telling me about it before I left - was the first time I'd seen her since high school. I also overheard the guy in the leprechaun suit making arrangements to book the group for another event. <3 Seems I'm not the only one who liked.

I took a different route back then I used to get out there, and laughed my ass off upon realizing I could have *easily* ridden my bike out there, rather than using up my gas money.

Anywho, roomy is pacing. He needs entertainment.
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Christ, that was a panic... [Jul. 25th, 2007|01:09 am]
So, while cleaning up after Jim's barbeque for Steph, we had to drop what we were doing and look after a friend - taking him to the ER a bit later when he continued to get worse.

I drank so damn much coffee in the waiting room that I probably won't be sleeping tonight. Or at least not soon.

Quite an adventure we've had. In the (hour?) we were at the hospital, he seemed to have gotten a LOT better.

I need to get some sleep. I play chauffeur again tomorrow.
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(no subject) [May. 12th, 2007|03:06 am]
.... i still miss her.
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That could have been better... [Apr. 11th, 2007|09:19 pm]
Hm. That was pretty damned unexpected. ><
eh.


In other news, Jim came up yesterday. He's currently playing Smash Brothers with Nick.
I took him around Grand River today. Wound up finally buying a flask, and since it was damned cheap, some sticks of incence, too.
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This [Mar. 20th, 2007|07:33 am]
Has been an adventure.
Guess he did wind up spending the night at the hospital, but at least I got a week's worth of work done waiting up, in case he called.

I'm going insane. Sleep deprivation makes me drunk.

Coffee. Delicious, lovely, beautiful coffee. OH SWEET SALVATION! HOLY BLACK AND BITTER LIQUID! I PRAY TO YOUR PORCELAIN CUP GOBLET!
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(no subject) [Mar. 8th, 2007|05:41 pm]
I saw her today.
She was sitting less than five feet away.
I thought I was going to throw up.
She didn't seem to recognize me.
I wanted to say hello.
I wanted to get as far away as possible.

She's changed. She looked much happier.
And I'd still be suicidal, if I weren't on anti-depressents... dependent on an articial floor...



I shouldn't be this way. It's been more than eight months.
I still miss her. All those times I said I don't, I lied.



If this had happened up at State, I'd be quite drunk by now...
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