IRA Must Do More...Okay. Wow ( Read more... )

I love how my friends worry about me ( Read more... )

It's been a while. It's always a while in the summer, though. Nothing important enough to write about happens, and when it does, I'm always too lazy to write about it ( Read more... )

Your Existing Situation

Acts in an orderly, methodical, and self-contained manner. Needs the sympathetic understanding of someone who will give her recognition and approval.

Your Stress SourcesThe existing situation is disagreeable. Feels lonely and uncertain as she has an unsatisfied need to ally herself with others whose standards are as high ( Read more... )

I got another card. This time it was from Nico, a tenor sax player whom I barely know. Funny, right? I'm pretty sure his mother made him send me a card, or something like that, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. And you know what? I even forgive him for putting an extra 'e' in my name.

Dear SuzieI am really sorry about your dad. I jsut ( Read more... )

Hmmm. Suzi's news brief of the day: Shuttle launch called off!

Why does this not surprise me? Could it be because NASA always fucks up? That could be it. Note to NASA: stop screwing up. Money is wasted on you guys that could be sent to starving people in all countries, ill people worldwide, environmental organizations, AIDS research, cancer ( Read more... )

It never really occurred to me how dangerous loneliness can be. John Cusak, as Lloyd Dobler in Say Anything says “Do you want somebody? Or do you want me?” Loneliness is the oasis mirage in the desert. It’s dangerous. You walk too long to reach something until you realize that it doesn’t really exist, that it’s an illusion, that is has tricked ( Read more... )

It's nice and cool outside right now. I wish each day was like this -- that same temperature at the hottest point of the day. I really don't like this hot weather. It brings back so many family memories. I just want fall. Really badly ( Read more... )

Ah. Friend withdrawal. One of the many symptoms of a lonely summer ( Read more... )

My father died yesterday night. I was in Washington D.C. when I heard the news. This morning, I woke up at 8, and stayed in the dorm for four hours. By myself... when I wanted people to be with me the most. But not just any people... my friends. After that, I got a ride to Union Station, in which I waited for two and a half hours by myself to ( Read more... )