blameshift

Thanx for the love, LJ. Classes are getting tough and books are getting more and more expensive. I miss Anastasia, whoever pissed her off enough to leave the site, that sucks, you need to re-evaluate shit. I saw a few girls today I had huge crushes on last semester, and now I have this awesome girlfriend, so it can get kind of frustrating every now and then.
The girlfriend and I got in a fight on Sunday night, ya know, cause I'm an asshole and everything, but we patched things up. Right now I have a great picture of her on my keyboard, one of her modeling shots. I went over to her school yesterday, and after we talked things out, we cuddled for about an hour. It was nice. Anyways, I leave yall with a little something to read, something from my creative writing class.

I can't ever remember
times when I pushed away
cold secrets from my family's dead hands.
I took their names, crucified their misdeeds in joking manners.
I know they're trapped, they know their trapped,
with struggles sick and unwilling to aspire to a greater character.
My father's hands, gripping the cheap airport coffee as he
tried to fight tears upon my departure.
I, his only link to greater promise, embraced him tight and true,
while promising in his ear that I won't ever stop fighting.