People just seems to forget what a small school redlands is. They forget how news travels. How no secret is safe. In order to go to a small, private school, you must have little to no shame. Or, at least, the ability to thrust your life into the deep recesses and pretend it never happened. That seems to be the only way to avoid the reality...but it ( Read more... )

This weekend was destined for a road trip. The fun of last year's trek out to Santa Barbara desired another trip of equal debauchery. And so, badly planned, quickly formed, clothes and sleeping bags in tow, we stole off for the coasts of California ( Read more... )

Yes journal, I'm sorry. I haven't meant to keep you alone this long, but I was pulled away by life. Yes, yes I know that's why you're here but there was simply too much going on that didn't deserve to be written about. Why not you say? Well, simply because there was no place for it here, no space online to try and put words to an incredibly ( Read more... )

The things you read in the journal weren't about your sis, anna. They were about a previous life. Don't worry, I'm not bashing on her. Your sister nothing like anything I can write about. this is for certain.

I did all my laundry. 5 loads.

My room is thus safe again.

...this has been a public service announcement...

so I don't think that I've ever done a good job of keeping this thing updated, but I may as well try this time to sum things up in a very quick and organized fashion ( Read more... )

I feel like craaaap. Ever since my outrageous drinking binge on saturday night, I've been feeling a bit out of it. I don't know if, while my immune system was trying to fight off harps, vodka, and corona, a flu found its way easily into my body. In any case, I feel warm and as though I have a temperature. I really need it to end though so that I ( Read more... )

1. The world is run by only a few people. Policy is decided by a handful of the earth ( Read more... )

It seems an odd summer, an odd event of a life that I seem to live now. It lacks the love I wish I understood how to have. It lacks the potential I fail to give myself credit for. It lacks the ambition that seems missing from my every act, possibly because of the first problem. Of course, all this still stands as a repetition of, as Tori says, lost ( Read more... )

One of my ex girlfriends is getting married and she's exquisitely happy and ready for it. There are no regrets. I'm so proud of her ( Read more... )