Another semester, my third year of college is upon me. It's bizarre. This year more than ever I feel like I don't belong here. I sit around in pajamas staring at pages of policies I should read and I don't. I sleep all the time. I don't want to drink but it's one of the few comforts, an escape from constantly worrying about balancing equations. I' ( Read more... )

I'm lonely ( Read more... )

I made-out with a Polish marine last night. He didn't talk much, I thought he was mysetious. As it turns out, he's simply boring. Christina and I spent the night taking shots with marines fresh out of high school and a year into service. Needless to say, the night characterized mainly by me arguing there's no need for war and that the military ( Read more... )

I use to be obsessed with writing. I think I do enough self-reflection/writing in my Social Psych ( Read more... )

I am broke. And in desperate need of groceries. Ah, to be a poor college student ( Read more... )

It would seem the novelty of journaling my life has been lost, now that I am no longer a young, wreckless, drug-user. Rather, an obsessive-complusive college student who doesn't have time for anything that won't be graded.

But, I am dating a girl. Sort of. It's weird. If I didn't have an exam in an hour I might reflect on it. Maybe later.

He looked dirtier than usual. He probably hadn't showered in days. It didn't matter. Actually it probably made me want him more. His hair was greasy, dyed a few colors, and in his face. He was drunk. Stoned. Pathetic. He didn't make eye contact with me. When everyone hugged me when he walked in, he looked the other way. All night he avoided me. ( Read more... )

I'm spending yet another day looking at schools I should of attended. I'm experiencing overwhelming feelings of inadequacy...worrying that getting a degree from my school will mean nothing. My mom thinks I should transfer. I just think I should study abroad. I don't like having so many choices in my life. I'm planning on living in an apartment with ( Read more... )

I had a dream my elbow was dislocated. I don't know how it happened. I only remember the fantastic erray of browns and yellows it had ( Read more... )

I hate New Years. I always have ( Read more... )