my birthday was great ( Read more... )

i have a cyst on my hip, and i can't stop playing with it.
i'm over this down phase, and i'm coming back. becca has a good life and is going to start enjoying the parts of it that matter.

linsey is great. she doesn't get mad, if you clog her toilet or make our schedule fly out of the window for a trip to walmart. she knows how to make waco a happening city, even when nothing is really happening. she takes you to the mall and shows you delicious-smelling perfumes and super sweet hippie stores that cause you to slip into a shopping ( Read more... )

i thought i blew it with the phone interview, but, apparently that didn't happen, because i just got invited to the day-long final interview. woo ( Read more... )

phone interviews blow hard.
internships with hockey teams start tomorrow and make becca nervous.
german, well, school in general, makes me want to cry.
i'm in a rut.

i'm going to sit on my couch and not get up. no one can make me sad or make me feel like shit, if i don't let them in. so there, no one gets in anymore. i just want thanksgiving and home.

SAY ANYTHING TOMORROW! AND LINSEY! AND GOOD TIMES! WOO!

my sickness culminated to me sitting in the urgent care clinic and breathing this disgusting liquid/gas stuff for a good while. now i have pills, and i'm better. i really wish i had gills. they would be so much easier than this lung thing i have going on. anyway, i'm skipping out on work today! so hello weekend, sick-free you better be.

i have a best friend. and i miss her tons. and her name is lindsey. and i'm posting alot today. and i'm sick. but i love lindsey. that's all.

i think i might be dying.

alright, i'm not dying, i know. i just can't breathe at all, and that's very necessary to living.