1. Drove downtown with Mike (oh my goodness, being on the highway with Mike driving makes me quite nervous) to surprise Anna at work.  It wasn't awkward at all, which I was glad about.  She was so, so surprised.  We went out to lunch with her and coworker, Whitney.  We had Mexican, which was lovely.
2. Tony brought donuts.  And chocolate donuts, at ( Read more... )

There are things that I need to say, but I don't know how.  I'm afraid of what they will mean.

I feel so human, so normal.  Mundane.  I'm sitting here, and I want to talk about how I wish that I had more creativity, that I feel so sad when I think of certain things, that I wish that I could be more than what I am.  But doesn't everyone?

There's nothing that's really mine.  Everyone has felt the way that I feel, experienced what I experience, ( Read more... )

1. write in my journal about events that happened months ago that I never wrote down ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I feel like I'm searching for something that doesn't exist and that I won't be happy until I find it.

x. 28 Stock icons of everything from shoes to cupcakes to umbrellas.
x. Please comment and credit when taking; I'd like to know who's using my work.
x. Textless icons are not bases.
x. Commenting, even if you aren't taking, would really make my day.  (I'm easy to please.)

Such a tease:


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I'm really worried about my AP Bio exam.  Studying just made me feel bad, and I didn't learn anything from it, and I don't know anything, and I can't make myself get it done.

And, on a different note, I feel like a very mean person, and it makes me want to cry.

Someone offered to buy my art history notes from me for next year.  This is the pinnacle of my academic life.

No, but seriously.  I could never accept any money for my notes, but I'll give them to her.  I mean, it's not a big deal for me, since they're typed and happily saved on my computer.  I just don't want to be the Chris Lester of AP Art ( Read more... )

I'll take the best of your bad moods
and dress them up to make a better you,
'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck.

vs.

Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested ( Read more... )

I know exactly what I want ( Read more... )