I keep a copy of my Catholic Bible
and Bukowski's poetry on my bedside table.
I am equally in love with
composers and screamers,
Bach and Saetia.
I collect love and put it on
a chain with the Virgen Mary
Pendent that belonged to my
Mexican Grandmother.
I'm stubbornly hiding my
change in a jewelery ( Read more... )

Forget my last entry.

What I meant to say was:
Doing well doesn't always make a person feel well. Listing accomplishments, being better, what have you, isn't necessarily what a person needs. I, and most other people, have a tendancy to put themselves down even when there is no need for it. Is that because we're bad at being grateful? Is it ( Read more... )

elizabeth. [you were like some sickness that I caught] says ( Read more... )

With my first paycheck I am: getting a membership to the gym. buying my mom a nice coffee maker. getting a new jacket. buying gifts.

PS. I hate poison oak, and the medication makes me moody.

My dad called while I was gone.

Apparently he's in rehab, and doing better.

I hope it's true this time.

I don't constantly have to be causing some one emotional pain to feel important, but I don't like it when other people are and I'm not. I feel left out, like I should be hurting some one too. That's horrible and ridiculous, but it's a sentiment that strikes me sometimes.

I got a job at Mt. Hood Meadows ^_^

I don't like being here; it's big and uncomfortable. I honestly don't care that I didn't give it enough time and that I'm "wasting potential and oppurtunities." I feel really stupid for doing it, and it hurts my pride a lot that I will be returning to White Salmon, defeated by a bigger school: by unfamiliarity and doubt. But frankly, I can do just ( Read more... )

Cookies shaped like christmas trees, pot leaves, and human bodies ( Read more... )

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