Hehe. Tonight kicked my arse! It was raining, I was wet, hot, frizzy, but self-defense was awesome. Everyone was a little nutty, a little crazy. We broke boards and stuff. It kicked toosh. And I'm really excited because I get to be co-president next year. Okay, may not sound like a big deal to other people, but I really, really enjoy it alot. I ( Read more... )

Well, I'm back. Wasn't gone for long. Not even 24 hours. But nevertheless, I'm glad to be back. Aside from the terrible amount of math homework that awaits me on the other end of this entry. Blah.

Saturday night when I was driving past the grocery store, I saw to of my friends who are only sophomores in high school and I had to stop to talk to them ( Read more... )

You know, with the impending end of the school year rapidly approaching, I find myself very violently denying myself to think about how much I'm going to miss college. I'll miss Erin, Jess, Mary, Sarah and several others. I'm going to miss not having to live with my parents; having a little bit of independence and freedom. I don't have to be back ( Read more... )

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I hate humidity. Makes me all frizzy and whatnot.

I wish I hadn't eaten all the snackable food in my room. I guess that's what I get for being fat.

I hate this. I hate looking in the mirror and always seeing me. I hate walking in my shoes. Hearing my voice. Feeling my skin. Wearing these terrible clothes. Touching my hair. Seeing my hands. I hate it all.

I hate not getting what I want. Not understand all that I seek to know.

But most of all I hate looking on the inside and realizing I'm ( Read more... )

I'm waiting. Waiting for Erin to come back so we can part ways. She's going to New York for ten days for a class. So is one of my other friends. I'm jealous. I want to go to NY. I love NY. It rocks. But that's not the reason why I just want to sit here and stare. Why? I don't know. Well, that's not entirely true. I do know. I think.
I hate math. My ( Read more... )

So my birthday came and went. I'm 19. But do I actually feel older? No. I just feel more immature. Ha. But I guess I couldn't have expected too much. I'm only me, after all. And this is only my life. Nothing spectacular or important. Either one.

Finals and stuff are this week. I'm really glad I don't have any comprehensive finals, but sad that I ( Read more... )

I wonder how many of my friends back home will remember my birthday.

As of now, it's zero.

I have a feeling turning 19 is not going to be all it's cracked up to be. On the bright side, I get to go home for Easter break.

On the dark side...I have to go home. And finals week is on the other end of Easter break. Luckily, though, I don't have any ( Read more... )