You know what I really, really don't need?

A boyfriend

Con this weekend. It was good. No, in fact, it was fabulously excellent. Even though I was really fucking SICK, it was still fantasTICK! It made me remember why I go to cons and why I love them and why they're so damn important ( Read more... )

I've been writing too much up here. Actually, no, there's no such thing as writing too much, but hey, it's more than usual. Recently it seems I've been on a kick writing things about people meeting. Dunno why, it's just been there. Working on my dialogue, I guess. As you can see, it still sucks. Hence, I'm working on it. It's hard, man ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning and it smelled like camp. I never realized how much I love camp until I didn't go this year. It doesn't really matter which camp it is, it's just the atmosphere I miss. Waking up to ugly morning light through your tent walls at 6 in the morning, Ben making the best blueberry pancakes I've ever had, stopping for lunch, which ( Read more... )

They reach for the last sugar cube at the same time. This is one of those old coffee shops- it hasn't converted into a hip internet/caffeine cafe or been bought out by Starbucks. Yet. On busy days, when the sugar shakers are emptied before the end-of-class rush, they bring out the economy-size box of sugar cubes. Today must have been particularly ( Read more... )

It feel so good to be watching football again. Even if it's just the Redskins and the Broncos, it still means that FOOTBALL SEASON STARTS SOON! (sort of) If a month is soon. Whatever, it's getting closer ( Read more... )

I'm bored. Actually, though, today was a fabulous day. My mother and I went to Rockport and hung out with Jeff's mom, cause they have a house there. The whole place is gorgeous- the beach, the town, everything- and I WANT IT!!! RAAARRRRR! I've decided to make Jeff invite me there sometime, and if he doesn't, I'll just show up anyways. I managed not ( Read more... )

Last day of camp today. Me and Heather hugged all the little kids and gave them their paintings and it was kind of sad. My favorite little boy from the afternoon group was all sad because we didn't get to finish a game he wanted to play, but for some reason the fact that my hand got covered in purple paint seemed to cheer him up. This kid is so ( Read more... )

It's honestly just that fucking hard, isn't it?

I really need to relax. I need to get a lot of things over with, and I need to stop being such an uptight bitch about everything. Maybe then people just miiiiiggght like me.

Fuckin' UNlikely. But it's worth a try, huh?