I hate stupid pretty girls who take stupid pretty pictures of their stupid selves with Josh Ames ( Read more... )

I want someone to love. And then, I want it to mean something when I love them.  That's basically what it comes down to. Maybe I shouldn't think that that takes so much. Maybe I'm expecting too much. I mean, I know real life isn't going to be anything so dramatic as Arwen and Aragorn or Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. But I want him, whoever he ( Read more... )

It seems I'm pretty good at brushing things off after they happen, but have difficulty dealing with them while they're happening.  That's not good.  I think I'd like to fix that.  It might be easier with a significant other, but life is neither fair nor easy, so...that's that.  I'm just...lonely, and I shouldn't be, probably.  I shouldn't make it ( Read more... )

...that I haven't legitimately "liked" a guy in a year and a half?  More precisely, a year and seven months.  Not since I met Baptiste.  I mean, there have been various men I've found attractive and drooled over from afar, sure, and there was the whole mess with Tony, but those were different.  Those weren't the "gives-you-goosebumps-makes-your- ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I received the coldest, most contemptuous gaze that I think I've ever elicited from a human being in my entire existence.  And it came from cute boy who's in my Graphic Novel class, when I was walking back from dinner.  You know, the boy that Courtney and Tessa went ahead and friended on Facebook for me before I got the chance to tell ( Read more... )

Why is it I can't ask people for the things I need so that they know what I'm asking for?  That they know I'm asking at all?  Why is it I think myself ridiculous/idiotic/childish/wrong for feeling the things I do (about anything/everything)?  Even as I'm writing this, I feel like I shouldn't be.  Obviously, some small part of my mind still believes ( Read more... )

So, I don't know what it is. Maybe I'm just hypersensitive (or something) these days. Maybe it's the ever-increasing number of assaults that go down on this campus (yup, another one this week - and inside a dorm, no less). Maybe it's Rachel's post about her stalker-Ecuadorian-dude. I don't know. Because I'm usually okay about walking alone at ( Read more... )

Tonight would be a good night to have a boyfriend.

Or at least a willingness to make out with a drunk stranger.

Okay...so Opera only lets me post in HTML.  Dumb.

I want apartment.  In the worst way.  I really, really, really, really (etc) hope that the one we're going to see either this weekend or Monday will work out.  It's the cheapest, and it sounds really nice.  I just...it would be nice to have one thing work out without having to worry about it so much ( Read more... )

Because I did say I'd post.  It's not like I don't want to keep everyone updated.  I'm just...well, I'm me, so...yeah.

Anyway.  Elizabeth had the baby.  I know I said I'd update when he was born, but I didn't.  Awesome excuse, I know. But anyway, here are his stats: Blake Connor Heath, born at 3:21 am, January 18, 2008 - 20 inches, 7.1 lbs.  ( Read more... )