There was one night when I was in sixth grade, and I put at ceramic jar to my mouth and sucked all the air out of it, so that I could hold the jar to my face without having to use my hands to touch it. I ended up creating so much suction that it pulled the blood towards my skin, essentially giving me a giant hickey around my mouth and chin.
This was the day before school pictures. ::facepalm::
Peace, love, and breadcrumbs,
Justin
I like to do funky dances when I'm alone on elevators, whether there's music or not. Then I walk off as if nothing happened, smiling on the inside.
Peace, love, and staplers,
Justin
So I'm an hour and a half late...sue me.
The notion of staying at Rowan an extra year so that I can get a BA in Psych as well as Philosophy is getting stronger and stronger in my mind. Don't be surprised if I soon confirm "therapist" as my career choice.
Peace, love, and jet engines,
Justin
I sincerely did intend on updating this blog at least three times a week. ::sigh::
Peace, love, and ladybugs,
Justin
Sometimes I feel like I know exactly which direction I want to go; sometimes I feel much more lost than I'd like to admit.
Peace, love, and doors,
Justin
I can be a bit of a narcissist at times. I don't like it.
Peace, love, and hypnotherapy,
Justin
Time for today's Sunday Secret!
The desire to learn to play guitar is one of the few things that has come completely from me and from me only, and desired only because I thought it will make me happy. And that makes me happy. =]
As does playing my guitar.
Peace, love, and duress,
Justin
I decided I'm going to totally steal Kae Lani's brilliant idea of the Sunday Secret. Consider it homage to her wonderful blogstyle.
So on to today's secret..
When I was a wee lad (around kindergarten age), my favorite color was pink.
