Ok. So after my last kind of confused/depressed entry, I had a few people reply to me with encouraging messages, the general gist of which was, "You deserve better, Be careful" and I am incredibly grateful. I know that y'all care about me and want what's best for me. That means a lot. I'm still not quite sure what I'm going to do, but at least I'm ( Read more... )

Last night was very strange. I was sleeping soundly in my bed, when a 901 area code calls me. I answer and it's Taylor. I was floored. I had no idea what to say other than, "Are you fucked up?" because I didn't want to think that he was calling me because he cared or because he wanted to if that was not the case. He said that he had had a glass of ( Read more... )

Life is shit. That is all I have to say right now.

So. I'm sitting here bored waiting for Chris to come in prolly about 30 minutes, so we'll just have stream of consciousness till then, ok? Ok ( Read more... )

So I am less than pleased, for more than one reason ( Read more... )

Today has been a decent day. I wasn't quite on the ball in ballet, but I stepped it up by the end of class, and Rose was looking at me approvingly (I think...she's hard to read). Then I met a girl at the bus stop who is an art major at UMass. She was really cool and is supposed to email me about modeling possibilities for the art dept. ( Read more... )

For those of you who actually took the time to read my last nervous entry about Christ coming, everything worked like a dream. He was wonderful and considerate and funny and made me feel really really special. He was sweet and adorable and HE LIKES ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am on top of the world. He just left. I can't stop smiling. He and I were ( Read more... )

Alright, folks, I've been reading your live journals, and everyone is drinking in excess. I'm not saying that I don't, I just don't get angsty or depressed when I drink, nor do I get angsty or depressed when I'm not drinking. I love to drink. I think it's fun. But the key word is "FUN." Not just drinking to forget or to become someone else or to ( Read more... )

Okay, I was all about the Sox winning until last night Trim and I were rudely awakened by screaming psychotic fans on the green. SINGLEHANDEDLY, they disturbed the sleep (or studying, or fucking, but who cares) of every student who lives in this quad, and, no doubt, others as they noisily marched back to their respective rooms. I know they haven't ( Read more... )

Last night was tacky practice for the rugby team. Bex, Tiffany, Amanda and I were the Taliban. And not only were our costumes tacky, I, for one, was tackily drunk. No one should ever be that drunk. I was really really drunk. And it was a Tuesday night. I don't know how I feel about that...To all of you whom I might have drunk dialed, I sincerely ( Read more... )