So I left Bobby at UF today and now I'm back in Wellington until I leave next Tuseday. And someone needs to explain to me why I still feel like this. I am not one of "those girls". And it's not like we've had a perfect relationship for the past two-plus years; we just made it work because, I guess, we wanted it to. And now he isn't here, and I'm ( Read more... )

Back from Paris. It was amazing. Life seemed amazing while I was there ( Read more... )

Today I was reading old emails, from 2004-2005, and it killed me.

What I wouldn't give to go back there and do it over, you know?

I haven't updated in forever.

I am now 18.

The cruise was amazing...I'll talk about that later though.

There is actually no real point to this entry. I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

Lately I've been sucking at writing in here anything more than private entries. And you would think I'd be writing more than ever. It's that time, isn't it? When everything worthwhile and momentous and life-changing happens ( Read more... )

I just read my letter to myself from eighth grade, and it made me cry.

Things were so different back then.

I'm going crazy going crazy going crazy like yesterday morning at 5:45 when zucker called and said i'm at the hospital, please drive over here and get my keys so you can open the theater and run the show without me, and I was like crap and had to get out of bed. and then we had hours of shows with very loud bands and people who cried because they ( Read more... )

Scotland was phenomenal, possibly the best trip yet. Although China was comparable. But this trip was so delightful in so many silly little ways that it's impossible to describe - Loch Ness doesn't compare with the Great Wall and Tiannamen Square, but this trip had the people, the laughing, the ten days without one fight with my mother, and: ( Read more... )

I got into Yale.

I got into Yale.

I got into Yale.

Today is a late day, and pajama day, but these are ruined by the fact that I have a government test, a calculus test, too much packing to do before tomorrow, too many last minute things to buy and clean, no time to figure out a set list for Poetry Live that's becoming too complicated because we have 91 minutes of straight acts ( Read more... )