February 2011
1 post
October 2010
1 post
This is long since overdue.
Wow at how much my life has changed since my last post.
May 2010
1 post
Lee is playing guitar, Nate is watching Keith use a remote to shoot people on a screen, and I am completely in my element. So what if I’m a girl? It feels like home.
April 2010
8 posts
Don't start no shit,
Won’t be no shit.
Just heard the doctor inform the patient in the room next to me that she has lupus. Wow. That was way too much reality for me.
One of those "awesome" moments...
I love looking back and seeing how certain people have shaped my musical tastes. And I love when new people come in and broaden my perspective all over again.
I spoke the words,
but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.
Every sense of security is a false one.
Right?
Failure
Wow, I suck.
MUNDANE
I need to get a hobby that isn’t Facebook :P
March 2010
6 posts
Reading through my old blogs.
“The only decision that’s truly yours is when you leave. Why you leave is always up to someone else.”
If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking.
– Buddhist Proverb
Further right than my comfort level stretches.
I’m working the Glenn Beck event tomorrow! Haha Jarrett said it is my moral duty to assassinate the man. Well, I try to remain morally pure, if only for the sake of elegance. I’ll do my best :)
The Luck of the Irish
I found my favorite sweater in Lee’s closet this morning! I’d been searching actively for months, but there it was. The sleeve reached out to me from the depths of a sea of freshly cleaned and negligently astrewn towels and linens, as if commanding me to take it by the arm and save it from the recesses. I guess Saint Patrick had a pot of gold for me after all.
Busch Light, Bros, and Biology.
Last night, around 4 AM when I was STILL writing my paper for Mythology (which turned out horribly, worst paper I’ve written in years), it dawned on me that I was not writing nearly enough. SO I’M BACK.
I’ll be honest, times are still tough. I’m being challenged in ways that I never have been, but most of those challenges are hardly anything monumental. I haven’t...
November 2009
5 posts
I can't believe my eyes, I must be dreaming.
Amazing week at home. I’m feeling generally excellent about everything, which is SO refreshing. I guess you could say I feel like my old boney self again, WHAT’S THIS? :)
What I learned at UNF.
I just want to tell you can never allow yourself to forget how simple it is to be happy. We make it so complicated entirely on accident and it’s a horrible mistake to make. It’s okay to love yourself even though you don’t feel loved by others. It’s okay to recognize solitude as more than just loneliness. It’s okay for the friends with whom you surround yourself to be...
You’re too young to be this empty, girl.
Time for a change of pace,
But this time will be different.
This time I’ll be ready for it.
This time, I’ll throw out realism and look on the bright side.
I’ll just let it be. That’s how the song goes, right?
I've got friends in all the right places.
I have to stop letting my need to be the center of everyone’s worlds rule me.
I really, really do.
October 2009
21 posts
This cheeseburger I'm stitching...
Yeah, it’ll be a sight to see. I feel like everyone in the world needs to be where I am on Halloween. Especially Vlad, because it’s his birthday. And sure, I’m not dressed as a cake or anything, but I’ve always liked cheeseburgers more than cake anyway.
I just can’t wait to keep him warm this winter.
The ONLY downside of Chipotle:
Smelling like a burrito for hours after indulging.
But it’s worth it.
Things are looking up.
I get to see both of my best friends this weekend, and I just bought the $80 sweater I’ve been stalking for $30. WUT!
And cross your fingers for the plan. The plan that will require a touch of luck, more than anything.
His name is Kaufman.
I went to a masquerade
Disguised as myself
Not one of my friends
Recognized
There is nothing for me in Jacksonville.
…..Yeah, I guess that’s it.
You can have the time of your life while terrifying everyone you love.
– Some white man, on the Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X (the car my boyfriend drives).
Trying the HHN thing again this weekend.
I really don’t care that it’s my second weekend in a row going home. I WILL go to Halloween Horror Nights. It’s absolutely necessary.
VLAD!
Christmas break - I need you and Janette to sing “In the Cold” to me. Okay? :) Do you remember the night in her car when the two of you were singing it and I started crying because I liked it so much? Haha awh, I miss it!
I make no sense.
Seriously, what is this? It’s almost 5 AM and all I can think about is how badly I wish I was a dancer….
The way I’m eating right now, you’d swear I just got dumped or something. But I didn’t. Veggie Crisps and Spinach Artichoke dip, a Cuban (the sandwich…), Halloween cookies, a pumpkin muffin, and probably some more Halloween cookies. Yum :)
No joke, just started crying.
Because all I can think about when I see the Where the Wild Things Are trailers is the voice that my mom used when I was little when she said “We’ll eat you up, we love you so!” And how she would like grab hug Charlie and me like she was a monster about to eat us. Oh my god, I miss her so much.
ANTICLIMACTIC!
So I made this big fuss about deleting my facebook, and it turns out that when you deactivate it, it just stays there… Lol WHY?! I WANT IT GONE! Oh well, it’s really not that serious, I guess. It’s not as if its elimination would magically turn me into a more productive individual, all I’ve done is put myself in a position where I’ll need to find more creative ways to...
September 2009
3 posts
Don't you remember you told me you loved me, baby?
I have hardly slept this week, and it’s never been at night if I have gotten any sleep. I’m not really sure what it is. “Are you sure there’s nothing on your mind?” That’s what he asked. And you know, what does it matter that there is? It’s nothing I plan to change and talking about it would just upset people. This post is not poetic by any means, I just...
I couldn't find my mind tonight.
But I know that I hope that when I die, someone will remember the way I always played the first eight bars of Pachelbel’s Canon in D Major every time I sat down at a piano. At least one person has to have noticed that. I hope someone remembers that I always name a Swedish fish before I eat it, and I feel so wrong if I forget. I hope people remember my nervous breakdowns that would always end...
July 2009
4 posts
"Metacognition."
I just came to the fascinating realization that if you put all the people in my life whom I’ve come to regard as “heroes” in the same place at the same time, some epic brawl would likely ensue. That just makes me love them so much more.
JUST SO YOU KNOW:
Being beautiful doesn’t make you classy, and being intelligent doesn’t make you right.
I posted it on myspace first, but well, here...
Someone very wise whom I’ve seldom spoken to once wrote, “I just want someone to make love to all of me.” Upon reading this, I felt that I had never related to anyone more on any level. I agreed, wholeheartedly, that that was exactly what I wanted, too. Tonight, I came to a very important realization. That person, someone to make love to all of anyone, does not exist. If so, we...
August evenings bring solemn warnings to remember...
It’s happened before, this partial interaction between you and me. I’ve looked at you and wondered to myself, how long will you last? I do this, of course, because no one ever does. When I’m in a situation to which I don’t know how to react, I write a character in my mind right then and there who could handle it perfectly. I can’t be them, though, that’s not the...