...the hesitance of departure....

here i sit at 12:37 in (the morning?) of December 22, 2007. The thought strikes my mind that this day will never come again.. this moment only occurs once... I'm leaving to Baton Rouge for a week...I'm sure i made it aware to everyone, possibly to instill to myself that I'm leaving....that fateful day in August(maybe earlier) I'll step out that door 4 good....onto a new life in BR....as much as I do lyke change, fresh start, I've grown accustomed to this life... I can't imagine not getting woken up by a roach's text, getting stuck in traffic by ignorant niggas, and playing "Scene-it" with those near and dear... Who knows where life will lead us....if we'll still stay acquainted with each other... promises will b made, yet only time will tell..

But lets bring it back to now... I will step out that door, but I'll b bak in 7 days... I'll miss everyone... but at least when i return we will bring in the new year with joy and slendor... a real BLOWout!!!

-hp

"...how do you describe a feeling..."

Kylie Minogue & Jolin Tsai really pegged that one in their song "In my Arms." If someone who really was born yesterday came up to you and asked you what jealousy, sadness, anger, or happiness was, what would u say?

I wait until the clock strikes 3(3:10 if ya wanna get precise about it!) to finally breathe.

the art of procrastination

....so ends the week of relaxation and recuperation. Sure I told myself I would devote my spare time to obligations such as chores and homework, yet I show up in the hall of my next class emptyhanded from a home in complete disarray. Sure I had spare time to do such tasks, but somehow I found it much more meaningful to jump in an elevator and play "Scene-It", haha. It's not to say that I don't enjoy the time I spend in leisure, but all play and no WORK makes Harrison a lazy boy. So I sit in front of the computer about to start the dutiful assignments that rain on me like an April shower...somehow persuasion that lying in bed watching I Love New York Reruns is much more fulfilling and that I can always do homework later fills my mind. I swear the Harrison-devil on my right shoulder annihilated the angel long ago. Procrastination is something that

tbc.....
....hp....

Belated Turkey Praise

Once a year we are graced with the momentous occasion to spend time with our loved ones that are near & dear to our hearts. Thanksgiving is very vague and unfamiliar to me. Is there anything beyond the hustle and bustle of scrounging for a steroid-injected turkey and pies of various flavors? What does this food represent? Love? Thanks? Is this holiday looked at as a time for rejoice (yay Christmas!) amongst those closest, or a get-together for munching on those breasts (the turkey's of course.) Well all in all I don't have much to complain about. I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, and food to eat (yummy at that). What I'm thankful for? Seriously? OK then, let's go.

Family....As much as I complain and detest them, they could be much worse. I never look to my family and think that I'm not loved. Dad means well, I think. My sister is a caring person who looks out for my best interests. Living with their asses is a level of Hell, yet life without them is truly Hell. Thankful is just an understatement.

Friends.....Those who actually put up with the monstrosity of Harrison Taylor Phan deserve a medal. So many moments when it's almost surreal that someone could see beyond my brash exterior and find that I, too, have a sensitive, emotional heart. I thank you for accepting me and including me into your lives. Good friends mean more to me than you will ever know. I only hope I have as positive an effect on you as you do on me.

Life.....Sometimes I space out into the depths of imagination(-land, haha) and wonder why me? What is so significant in my life that this world wouldn't be better off without? It doesn't cut it to say that I am glad to be alive. To experience the wonders and joys of this crazy, exciting planet. The future holds much just yet to be had. I'll grasp it, and I hope I won't be alone...

-hp

time is relative

....with every glance it seems the clock dashes to another wasted hour.