So um... I don't really get on here that much anymore. At least not to update. I've been hanging out here, though. It's not the same kind of journal, but it's something.
I turned 21 on Friday. Took an adventure, ended up at home. It was nice. Drank with Niki and Ben, slept in the coldest/creepiest basement in the universe. Slept a lot on Saturday. Went to get my prescriptions filled. Slept in my own bed Saturday night. Took a shower in my own bathroom Sunday. Ate breakfast with the family. Did cake and presents.
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At least once a year I accidentally myself into a candy store. And then I remember that jelly beans exist. And then I buy them. This time I got lemon drops, cappuccino, marshmallow, root beer, orange, cream soda, mint chocolate chip, and MOTHERFUCKING PLUM. I thought about getting strawberry jam, but I didn't
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I have been invited to two frat parties in the last two weeks. I've never been invited to one before. I don't get it. And the guy that invited me to the one tonight told me at least four times that it's a closed party, but I don't know what that means. I'm assuming that you can only get in if a member invited you. But I don't know
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I think I'm actually going to look up the counselor's hours on campus, go talk to whoever it is. I can't afford to see a therapist, and I don't know if I even need to. I just need to talk to someone. And my friends aren't objective. My trust issues have been getting weirder. My emotional issues, too. The last time I cried for more than half a
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Moved back on Friday. The drive down was uneventful, other than that gas costs ten cents cheaper here. Which was nice when I wanted to put some more gas in as soon as I got into town. It snowed and/or misted the whole way here, but the roads weren't bad. The construction on the main highway I take is done! So that was nice
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What do you do when you have squishy lovey feelings for someone, but you aren't in the same country? Firstly, that's not something you just blurt out and tell someone. Or rather, it's not something I just blurt out and tell someone. Secondly, it's not appropriate text/facebook message material. It's something that's more personal. But hey!
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