This would be my homepage. Yep. You're welcome to look around, although there isn't much here.
Added lyrics to a lullaby I wrote over the summer to the Writings section.
2002-??
Added links page.
Added another MIDI -- Sing Sing Sing with a vibraphone part.
Added a rather sub-par short story and updated links page.
Added another MIDI; a gift for C. Adia. Also, some adjustments to the Links page.
Moved from Tripod. Now no advertisements! >:D
Also added another MIDI and updated links a bit. ^^
Added two new writings: a brief speech on Scholarship and a poem hiding in a stack of looseleaf. (And dropped file extensions on the page URLs.)
Two new writings: a short story sketch and a part of what I guess you could call my "moral code".
Pulled out another piece from three years ago to put in my writings section. It's unfinished, but I can't finish it anymore. I wish these past three years didn't exist.. or that I could be reborn somehow as the person I was. College is miserable. I feel like I've lost my integrity as a person.
I'm talented. I'm worth a lot to a lot of people. I'm just not worth much to myself anymore... and I'm scared of people. I'm afraid of breaking things. I'm afraid of freaking people out, I'm afraid of ruining their happiness, I'm afraid of getting on their nerves, of being annoying, of being stupid, of ..
How do you fix a person that's broken?
Put up yet another old poem.. and added a new section (!) to house O'Neill's gift~
I can't concentrate like I used to. I'm afraid of taking full-time pay for white-collar work because I feel like even if I'm working a 10-hour workday, I only get 6 hours worth of work done.
Sometimes I want to run away and work in a diner in the middle of noplace. Or quit school and apprentice myself to a machinist. (That sounds more interesting.) Then I could come home every day in the evening (not at midnight) and know I've finished a day's worth of work.
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