i have GOT to stop living in the past. i dwell on shit 99% of the time. that leaves 1% of brain for present/future. my plans for the future often center on drudging up the past. RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT i was creatively writing about 2000. WELL NOT ANYMORE. MEMORY DELETED. even my dreams are in the past. that stops now. from now on, i don't care who ( Read more... )

i just IMed him one final time to subtely give him once last chance to apologize, which he didn't and then i told him he was lame, which is true, but still i somehow feel like shit. then i took him out of my phone and off of my buddy list FINALLY. but now i'm sad ( Read more... )

in response to my previous entry (which was friends only, in case you're wondering what entry i'm talking about) i'm beginning to remember the downside to being home. it's not all rainbows and butterflies, as they say ( Read more... )

i'm home for two weeks starting last night and it's already boring as all hell except that my mom bought me new shirts. i need to go over to bath and body works and make sure they put me on the schedule. i think i'm going to miss dorm life. it's so easy, convenient, fun, and essential to the college experience. but now that i have a house i can ( Read more... )

last night was the last night of bushnell soccer. FOR EVER. i can't explain how fun it was and how sad i am. we all move out tomorrow. it's a mess down here. packing, studying, being sad. i'm saying goodbye to andrew soon. group pictures. hugs ( Read more... )

last night char and i met up with some of my tall, handsome virgina tech homeboys and saw jimmy eat world at jmu. it was totally fun, and a pretty decent show even though we were ass far away from the stage ( Read more... )

sometimes at the end of the day, i'm hungry for a real conversation. like i haven't sussed out the issues in my brain enough in all the hours i've been awake, and suddenly, i can't sleep until i talk to someone, even online, about things that weigh on my mind, or even about nothing at all ( Read more... )

charlotte and i have become obsessed with mash-ups. in a good way. earlier, in a moment of brilliance, we developed a mash-up of "danger" by electric 6 ft. jack white, and apache jump on it. it's our best to date. we can't figure out how to actually match them up digitally because we're so analog, but like, we can sing it, and when we do, it's bad ( Read more... )

my kick ass sculpture didn't make it into the student show...so...i guess it's not so kick ass after all. i mean, at least it's nice once in a while to get a wake up call that not everyone in the real world is going to be impressed. when everyone in your specific world is impressed it can seem like a lot, but really it's not ( Read more... )

becoming a willowy indie film star is way harder than you'd think. but i'm determined. i had exactly zero grilled cheeses or brownies today. harder than you'd think ( Read more... )