I keep having to shake my head and remind myself that I'm not heartbroken and completely shattered, I'm just far too into the book I'm reading.

(I'm quite the opposite in real life, honest.)

Shake your head, it's empty.

I like that all of my friends greet me at 3pm with, "You're up early."

1. Messing with the stereo in my car without asking (this includes complaining about what I play). Omg, drive yourself ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's been a year. I still think about you all the time, and think I see you in traffic. My parents still joke about driving off a little bit every time you tried to put your trombone in the back of their cars, and Nick still whines about the money you owe him from the shirt at that Barenaked Ladies concert (but you know how Nick ( Read more... )

Today I hid in my living room, which is like a cardboard box labyrinth. No one could see me, lying there on the floor among all our stuffs; I felt like I could just stop existing to the world for a while, like a kid. Then my phone went off in my pocket.

No internets in my home for like a week.
I can do this.

Or not.
Days after the surgery, I'd like my normal face back. Please?
It's not so much that I have chipmunk cheeks anymore, but looks a bit like I had chin implants. My jaw is square.
It's like I went for the Bruce Campbell look.

I found a Boingo tribute album!

So happy.

I'm home, having survived the drive to Illinois. Kevin's graduation was, eh, successful, and it was lovely to see him (for ten minutes). New photos of things are, as always, here. Much fun, much love ( Read more... )