So I've been in my apartment for almost a month now, which means that I am finally established enough to make comments on the situation ( Read more... )

My mother often tells me that I will always love Scott--that we may break up horribly or go our separate ways but I will always love him. "He's your first love," she says, quite melodramatically.

Scott may be my first boyfriend but he is not my first love. That dubiously honorable title belongs to Cole and his red sans-serif font that blazed ( Read more... )

I got my tonsils out exactly two weeks ago, and they still fucking hurt--bad. My advice to anyone considering a tonsillectomy is to back out. If it's not completely necessary, the pain you'll experience afterward isn't going to be worth it. Adult tonsillectomies are apparently more painful than giving birth. They are touted as one of the most ( Read more... )

At this point, I have eaten so much fruit that it will be amazing if the force of my crapping does not expel my intestines. Yesterday, eager to get the jump on my sister, I took it upon myself to eat ALL of the blackberries. About 30-40 blackberries later, I was raring to eat the little moisture pad at the bottom of the carton. I took a violent ( Read more... )

It's weird how petty all of my problems have become. In the midst of preparing for the rest of my life, for the career that I will likely pursue until I die, my problems are never proportional. I fight with Scott, I worry about a test. I debate how many classes I will take in summer school. But the real problems, even now, still seem like they ( Read more... )

I was going to get rid of my old computer in favor of my new laptop, but I've realized that I want them both. I'm actually scared (I'm at my desktop right now) that my desktop works better than my laptop. The screen is bigger, the keyboard is more familiar, the speakers are 39087234987x better. This is a dilemma, because I promised my laptop to ( Read more... )

I sometimes worry that Scott will leave me without warning. This isn't an irrational fear. I worry that Scott will sit beside a girl every day in his Russian class and gradually, slowly fall in love with her. Eventually the distance separating their two hearts will become too much for him to handle. Will he call me first or rush into her arms ( Read more... )

I am a lot happier now that school has started, but I also wonder how I had so much "free time". My room is a freaking mess. I need to change the oil in my car (I really need to learn how to do this myself, so it won't be such a big hassle every time). I have to get another job. I should start volunteering at the hospital ( Read more... )

I've been out of school for around five weeks now and I can't wait to go back tomorrow. I know this seems impossible, but I think I have actually run out of shit to look at on the internet. Things that used to bring me joy, like actually being home to catch Scrubs at 7:00 in the evenings, are now mundane, run-of-the-mill occurences that are ( Read more... )

I am in love with a boy who lies to me and makes me fucking crazy. I am in love with a boy who hates my science fiction novels, whose hands never stay put. I am in love with a boy who is warm like stones in the sun, whose body is solid and presses against mine like earth. I am in love with a boy whose eyes are the color of grass. I'm in love ( Read more... )