It's good to be back in Selinsgrove even though I had one of the best Christmas breaks on record. The break started well. I moved out of my dorm and into James's house for a week and a half where I periodically babysat Cassie and did alot of chillin' with James most of the day. I left for home a few days before Christmas. Every year we have a ( Read more... )

Christmas Break 2007-2008 began with a rather depressingly early departure of Chantal Notarstefano. James, Chantal, Zane, Zane's mother, and I spent the evening chillaxin' in the hookah room. I don't even remember when or why I went to bed, which probably means I had a good evening. Finals week was terrible. Far too much studying and work to do for ( Read more... )

I started the new semester still getting over the confusing and unsatisfying relationship with Dave Brown. I started writing again for a science fiction writing course, and it felt good to get my ideas on paper. I threw myself into writing and felt alive again. I had never known I was dead.

February was cold, and I remember traipsing back and ( Read more... )

What makes me think you read this? What makes me think anyone who actually does read this has any desire to read about this. Then don't. This is for him. He knows who he is. I know I'm a bad writer when an emo song can put my feelings better than I can. Maybe it'll make sense to her, to you, to anyone.

i am heaven sent,
don't you dare forget.
i am ( Read more... )

I do not know why I continue to blog. No one reads them. No one comments. However, I enjoy it, so I shall continue.

James and I returned to Selinsgrove late Saturday evening to a very cold house and a very alive cat. Hanzo was up our asses most of the night, having been deprived of contact for about four days. James didn't heat the house while we ( Read more... )

I found this really great website online the other day that I've become obsessed with. It's www.urbis.com and it's kind of like a deviant art, but much cooler. You submit your writing for people to review, the catch is that you can't read any of the reviews for your piece unless you review other people's work. You earn credits when you review other ( Read more... )

I kidnapped James Tiberius Kelley and crossed state lines. He gets to experience Ohio. Poor kid ( Read more... )

I've started about fifteen blog entries in the past week, but every one was too emo to actually post and retain my dignity. Alot of shit has gone down and I'm still reeling from it. But I'm doing better thanks to my terrific friends. I've decided that despite my penchant for picking the wrong boys, I'm pretty fucking awesome at picking friends. ( Read more... )

Because I cannot articulate my feelings in my own words, Flogging Molly is going to take care of that for me.

Worst Day Since Yesterday

Well I know, I miss more than hit
With a face that was launched to sink
An' I seldom feel, the bright relief
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

If there's one thing I have said
Is that the dreams I once had, now ( Read more... )

I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend ( Read more... )