So Chris came in for the weekend. And instead of seeing me, he called and talked to me for an hour. Even though he was 5 minutes away. But he didn't want to actually be in my presence. He is such an asshole. I don't know why he was so insistent on still being friends when his version of friendship only involves him calling me sporadically to ( Read more... )

Blah on life is all I have to say ( Read more... )

So he said he'd call yesterday, and he of course has not. Great. Way to get your heart crapped all over by two boys in two weeks, Crotti. And after he spouted all that bullshit about I was his favorite person at work, and he had always had a crush on me but I had a boyfriend, and whatever. Maybe he'll call. Maybe he's just sorting out his ( Read more... )

So apparently by Arts Fest they mean MONSOON SEASON. Dear God. I'm taking refuge in the comp lab so I don't get washed away. Maybe I'll dry sometime within the next week or two. Anyway ( Read more... )

you don't call. you don't write. i don't care.

He's gone. Probably about halfway to South Carolina by now. And I am a mess. I tried to keep busy today by going and helping my mom out at the library, but I just kept bursting into tears on the walk there, in the break room, in the stacks, on the walk back, wherever. You would think six months of knowing this was coming would have prepared me ( Read more... )

So hey, Livejournal. I guess I've been neglecting you a whole lot. There hasn't been much to write about until now anyway though. So I think we should become friends again. I think in the coming weeks I'll have a lot more material that I need to discuss on a website that like two people read. Cool ( Read more... )

Yesterday Chris told me he loved me and I cried a whole fuckload of a lot. More later, I have to go do the class thang. Because I am actually graduating, hellz yeah.

My advisor just told me I can't graduate in May, and also my boyfriend is moving to South Motherfucking Carolina in June. Yeah, that's the official state name. I bet you didn't know. Anyway, life, welcome to Shamblesville USA. That's probably somewhere in South Motherfucking Carolina, actually. GAH.

Hi. Christmas was lame. It's not even fun anymore. I got my sister those god-awful UGG boots and they didn't fit and she flipped out and was patently ungrateful and cuntlike about it. She did apologize in the future however, so I still like her megatons more than anyone else that shares my DNA. My mom sat around all day and whined about how ( Read more... )