I am alive and well. I love living with Becky but i chose to sing a lease with out her. I don't know what i will do, living with her, having classes with her and woking in midland. My life is sad now.

Bye bye

I'm listening to the Whiskey on a Sunday album on Flogging Molly's Myspace. I am really enjoying it.

Other than that fun fact, I lead no life. So I have nothing more to say.
Oh except, I'm coming home Monday night until Thursday maybe. I still don't know how long I will be home for.

Being 21 is way too damn expensive. I quit ( Read more... )

This weekend was messed up. Especially last night. I worked for nine hours and consumed large amounts of alcohol. I hung out with a friend from work all night. I found out many secrets about people. I stayed at a house in Midland with my friend and three people we had just met. Obviously, I'm not going into detail about what all happened last ( Read more... )

I have to go to a funeral today. It's for a guy I only met a few times. I'm friends with his wife however. He died running from the police in Indiana. He drove through a backyard and into a lake, drowning. This is probably going to be one of the most interesting funerals I have been to thus far. If you knew more about him, the girl I know, ( Read more... )

Becky and I volunteered at the Special Olympics this past weekend. I said the word reterted 4 times on Saturday. I'm going to hell ( Read more... )

When am I going to stop fucking up. I really thought I was doing well. Looks like I was wrong.

I am totally addicted to music right now. Actually two songs in particular. Matchbook Romance-Monsters and the Raconteurs-Steady As She Goes. Great songs.

Somehow our kitchen (apartment not at home) caught on fire on Friday. It was an oil fire and I put it out with water. I know you are not supposed to do that but it worked so I don't care. Becky and I were both there at the time, so luckly it didn't burn the place down. Anyway, it kept going in the vent fan above the stove so Becky and I had to ( Read more... )

I hate this. Whenever I finally get comfortable being at home again, it's time for me to leave.

I am excited to get back to the M.P. though. I need to start working again.

I didn't get to see everyone I wanted to see while I was here. But for the people I did see, thanks for making my trip home wonderful. I love you people.

Everything seems to be going so well right now. So what the hell is my problem? Why am I so sad.
I can't wait to go home. I am so very homesick it hurts.