So things in the 508 haven't been peaches and cream. I'm working more than I had anticipated (which isn't necessarily a bad thing), but the more I work, the less time I have to hang out with my friends. And now that my parents have given me a midnight curfew, it's even less ideal for sufficient time spent with comrades. I'm still trying to decide ( Read more... )

Life is funny. I mean, it's nice to be happy for once, but how can I be happy when so many terrible things are happening to my family and my friends?

rant rant rant.

I started working on Thursday and it's quite refreshing. It's actually nice to be back at B. Dubs where my friends are and where I can make money. I'm glad Gurt is back from Florida, I missed him. I'm glad fun things are going to happen this summer. I'm glad Kevin and I are planning on going away, even if it's just for a weekend. I'm glad I'm ( Read more... )

Home is strange. It's not good, but it's not bad either. I'm miserable when I'm in my house; it's strange not having anyone around to talk to, or smoke weed with, or watch cash cab with. I'm hardly here. I've been at Kevin's more than I've been in my own house, I think. Living with my parents again is, obviously, extremely difficult. Following ( Read more... )

Two finals to go. One tomorrow at 8 am and another at 2:30. I have a little packing left to do, but Kevin left today with most of my stuff, so packing the car tomorrow shouldn't be an issue. Kevin came up on Monday and left about 45 minutes ago, and it was a wicked good visit. Things are good good good good. I can't wait to be home, and I can't ( Read more... )

Today I'm happier than I've been in a long, long time ( Read more... )

Hahahahaha.

In other news, life is good again. I'd like to keep this up, because it's really fucking important to me.
Kevin is my favoritest evar.

I want the next 4 days to fly the fuck by. I need to get out of here. I need Wall Street. I need answers.

It's crazy how quickly things can change, and how difficult it is sometimes for people to change.

I've got my fingers crossed, and I'll keep trying, and keep loving Peachy.

And you, obviously.

No parents.