December 23, 2003

• Boredom is a powerful catalyst. All of these feelings, yearning for meaning and essence, yet I don't have a clue what anything means. I want to express myself, but when I push hard it just crumbles down to the feeling of failure and inadequacy which furthermore leads to frustration... Everything done falls into a bottomless pit of endless waste. I'm an artist and musician who's lost his muse, a cursed fate to dwell upon the earth as a wreck; in an endless quest for inspiration which cannot be found in any other place but within.

  
  

  Yesterday's grad dinner was fun, good food... good times. And most importantly, I didn't get sick after "all you can eat sushi + Korean BBQ", but still ate a really good amount.

  
  

  Ugh, I wrote a bunch of stuff for Xanga today, but never pressed submit because I just wasn't happy with such entries. My dad gave me a cordless keyboard + mouse which I'm really happy with. Heck, I can lay down and still use my computer all the way over there.

  
  

  EDIT: Damn it, complete artist block. I've lost all sense of design.

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