The fact is that I'm not sure how I feel at all. My emotions have become a more confusing landscape to me than they ever have been before-even being able to tell whether I'm plain out happy or sad has become difficult, because I find myself, rather, in a zone of indifference or at least denial ( Read more... )

I think that for a lot of people (women), filling every box on the side of the Starbucks cup creates a feeling of self-importance. Like if you drink a drink that is complex and original enough that it has 6 pumps of vanilla instead of 5, the fact that your life means nothing and is worth nothing hurts less ( Read more... )

Last night, Bryan and I went to a party thrown by my coworker, Nichole. There, with the aide of my manager Jenn, I threw Nichole into a kiddie play pool that was filled with none other than about 25 gallons of chocolate pudding. And, of course, I was dragged in with her and so was Jenn, who was dressed in very nice clothing. Bryan laughed at the ( Read more... )

Greetings from way too hot Littleton, Colorado, the site of my new life so it seems so far ( Read more... )

And the emotional rollercoaster begins ( Read more... )

I'm moving to Denver, Colorado for one year on July 5, 2005. Just so that everyone is on the same page. I've called a few people, but I feel a little overwhelmed by the incredibly short notice that both you and I have received, so this is my method of letting the masses know!

Life is continually and unendingly the same, every day, every week, every month, every year ( Read more... )

Well I'm still alive and I still live here. I haven't heard from Chicago yet, and as acceptance letters go out first, I'm going to assume I haven't gotten in. So my future is up for grabs. North Carolina is a possibility I guess. Well, ok then.

And thus completes my time making coffee for the old women of the world, at least for the time being. Today I finished up my last shift in the cafe and began work as a full time bookseller. I suppose this is a worthwhile change. I like working on the bookfloor more, but the social aspects of the cafe I will miss a little. It was a good job, ( Read more... )

With each ticking of the second hand, I'm wasting more of my life away. Time is plaguing me like it never has before. On my days off, I'm sometimes getting as much as 12 hours of sleep. While it feels great to do so, when I look at my clock upon getting out of bed, I can't help but feel a little bit remorseful at having wasted so much of the ( Read more... )