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The Childish Acts of Justinius

I am abandoning the "dear friend" treatment, as it reminds me too much of "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" although it does make me feel special in a sense. I had a college audition at LBC (Lancaster Bible College…
Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn

So apparently I need to be kissed, in a real romantic way because it is the best feeling you can have. Sheer ecstasy, I have been told. And now I wonder, maybe I should try, after all I am an artist with a respons…
So There Is A Bright Side To An Eclipsed World

We have all witnessed history, and the quriky part is we don't fully realize it. We know for a fact that Barack Obama was elected President the other day (Tuesday November 4th, 2008), making him the first african…
Let's Pretend To Be Happy But We Just Don't Know It

Never assume what you're trying to get will work out perfectly, never believe that anyone who is not on the same wavelength with you can make those dreams come true. In all submissiveness to my blog I am not quit…
Justinius Maximus

I'm tired, and by tired I mean I am physically and psychologically exhausted of living as me. It's hard to explain and I won't try too, because it would only confuse you more so. I am nearly positive that everyon…
The Taxi Skipped Tuesday But Made A Start For Love

Tuesday what a lovable day of the week, or should I condemn it to the same status as the so called, Monday? Either way my Tuesday was of the usual jargon, where I matched wits with myself in the mirror for ten minute…
Frankly My Dear I Do Give A Damn

I slept in today, actually I had somewhat of a rough night. Usually I'm up until 2:30am talking to Eva on Facebook chat, but we split pretty early so I found myself alone in my room, companied by the faint glow of …
Time To Smile Again

Well after writing some depressing poems and posting them I can now return back to my daily happy blogs. Which may delight,disappoint,or please some of you. Frankly I don't give a damn (I love that phrase) because it…
I'm Going to Tell You I like You, And If I Loved I Would Tell You That

I have to say I'm just one of those kids who cannot express at all what he's feeling without appearing to be an idiot. But maybe feelings bottled up to long can take the form of a can of soda, once shaken. …