Yesterday was the break from my classmates, my roommate, my dorm, and my academics that I truly needed ( Read more... )

The problem is living here. On campus. In a double. With a really social, energetic roommate from L.A. And without a proper kitchen to cook in ( Read more... )

I really, truly loathe it here sometimes. These times are mainly weekend times.

My roommate/classmate brags incessantly about the friends she thinks she has. These are always people she has known for periods ranging anywhere from 30 seconds to a week.

I've realized that, on a deep subconscious level, I am always annoyed or discontent.

I've been smiling a lot lately.

 "Michelle, everyone knows about the accident. They all think you're a drunk driver."- my littlest cousin to my oldest cousin after her horrible, substance-free car wreck.

What a little bastard.

my hair is curly again and i'm wearing scarves and eating cereal with dried fruit with whole milk every day ( Read more... )

Here, I do not fit in all the time. I'm not sure if this is bad or good.
I love, love, love my bike.

I dress Michele Shay for our production of Gem of the Ocean. She's apparently a big, big fucking deal on Broadway. I did not know this. She gives me kisses on the forehead and tells me I look pretty in my gold-yellow scarf. She calls me Dee.///

Trevor is 19, 6'6",  and has the maturity level of a third grade boy. He's handsome but cannot offer me ( Read more... )

I went out on a date tonight with a boy.

oh, and trevor loves me back.