Yeah, I guess I've been busy. Not too busy to write, but what can you do, I'm sorry LJ, I'll never leave you again, baby. (Except I so totally will...loser ( Read more... )

So... funeral, class, sorority shenanigans and now I'm here, a few days away from graduation. So what I'm supposed to say now is a very long and involved post about how much I will miss everyone and how I don't want to leave college and join the real world and yada yada yada (What? I mentioned the lobster bisque!)Well...no. I'm not sorry to leave. ( Read more... )

I'm going home. Again. Because of a funeral. Again. God, I really just wanted to graduate without anything else happening to me or my family, but apparently, Poppy had other plans. Not that I'm blaming him, of course- he was in a lot of pain, and right now he's probably happy as a pig in shit bossing everyone around and running away from his mother ( Read more... )

Back hurts. Exam this morning. Studied a little bit, not gonna do so well. Rainy rainy rainy on a Friday morning, makes me wanna stay home and eat soup and watch movies underneath a big fluffy blanket. I'll do that later. Buffalo tomorrow, after some charity thing involving cans. Show tomorrow night, yay for rock and roll. Poppy's dying, in a ( Read more... )

Weird things are happening man. Good, bad, inbetween. But I'm not entirely affected by anything yet, I'm just sort of floating around, waiting for someone to poke me and whisper "emotions, remember?" in my ear ( Read more... )

Why is it that when you want to remember a dream, it keeps slipping slowly away until only the fragments are left, tiny wisps of memory that float away the harder you try to grip them? Why is it that when you want to empty your life of everything that makes you hurt, these things become bigger and bigger, as if underneath a magnifying glass, until ( Read more... )

One foot in front of the other repeat. Day turns into night turns into day repeat. Eat drink sleep repeat ( Read more... )

I listen to the rumbling of the atmosphere
A storm is quietly brewing far from home
But would it be so loud if you were here
If I weren't so silent and alone
I move my palms up to face the sky
To feel the electricity coming down
A single drop and I close my eyes
I am surround by her sounds
By your sounds
(Chorus)
"Baby, baby trust me, you're better off this ( Read more... )

So, last night, my parents and I went on the Hunt for Corned Beef and Cabbage...mostly because my mom and I were too lazy to actually cook it. So, shock of shocks, we wind up at Scott's Armory Inn, where we ALWAYS are. In fact, this is the third time in 6 days I've been there. But its a homey kind of place, and I don't mind it. We're having fun, ( Read more... )

So, ok, I know I'm supposed to be miserable. In fact, one friend even had this advice for me, which I found quite amusing ( Read more... )