Sometimes I just want one place. One place that I can call home. This transient apartment, this vagabond apartment, this white-washed suffocating apartment, does not constitute a home. Kevin's littered, sticky hippie fraternity house is not a home, as much as he would wish it to be. My father's barren, back-country house is not my home. My mother's ( Read more... )

Obama won. He really did it ( Read more... )

I got a check in the mail from my dad ( Read more... )

I went to the mall to buy scarves since I don't have any. I ended up spending $200 on not-scarves. Gah. I am disgusted by myself ( Read more... )

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Senior year already.
I just hope it will be better than last year.

Always when I return to Fort Wayne I expect to have mixed feelings. One part happiness, one part sadness, and an even larger part of confusion. The past few times I have visited have been more or less been unsuccessful. And because of that, I have not seen many of my friends much in the past two years.

But all in all, this visit was great. I ( Read more... )

scrubbing  scum
their makeup, hair dye, stains

patching the holes
they left

bleaching away
the dirt of last season.

I finished up Summer Session I classes weeks ago, but this summer has still been crazy busy. I went to visit my mother in Virginia with Alexis, Brenda and Nick, which was nice. We got to see a lot of historical things that got me excited, like Appomattox Courthouse and Thomas Jefferson's summer home. Kevin has spent a weekend with me both at my dad ( Read more... )

I love this uncertain, imperfect life of mine and everyone in it. I do.

Sometimes I forget and get caught up in the negative. It's easy. When you let your deepest thoughts collect like cobwebs in the corners of your mind, ensnaring emotions like spindled prey, you're bound to get caught. Emotion bubbling and spilling out when you least expect it ( Read more... )