It's funny how family works. You try to escape but you can't because of connections of connections. Some of these I like, some not so much ( Read more... )

Grief happens in waves. It's been a hard week. My brother played a concert in my father's memory that I should have gone to 2 weeks ago. He wrote a beautiful dedication. And then I wrote a 10 minute play about my father and I for a class and it brought to light all the things that I have been thinking about. It took me more than a year to actually ( Read more... )

They say when it rains, it pours. This applies to men. Either there is NOTHING, or all the sudden, they seem to multiply from seemingly nothing. This is the first time I have been somewhat happy in weeks. It feels kind of amazing. I know, it's over the most stupid, trivial thing. But knowing there are a few people out there who don't find you ( Read more... )

No one thinks we would work.

Or apparently I am the only one.

Sorry to quote some Jane Austen for you, but really this quote couldn't be farther from the truth. I have never come home and received a colder welcome. Not that I expected anything less, but seriously, driving for 5 hours and then...nothing? Well it felt preeeeeetty awesome ( Read more... )

I have a feeling this was a christina aguilera song. Oh wait it was. But legit, why is it that a girl can't have both integrity and sexuality? Only once in my life did my father make me feel like I was crossing the line. And I sort of was. But he apologized afterward (profusely ( Read more... )

Why does reentering the college lifestyle have to be so...ridiculous? I did it last semester and somehow survived, and now I am questioning myself all over again. I don't know what I want to do, where I want to go. Grad school. I'm feeling pretty worthless right now. Everyone else has all these plans. I still have problems thinking about the future ( Read more... )

You should probably get to know someone before you think you like them. Attraction really is not everything ( Read more... )

I survived this week.

The sad thing is, he lives down the street, and I already miss him.

I'll never figure out what is good for me.

Whenever I write an entry this early it is always because I am still drunk from the night before, and this livejournal post can be no exception ( Read more... )