writing coherent journal entries is harder than it used to be ( Read more... )

I hate moving ( Read more... )

I feel wasted. I miss my friends. Well, the ones I left behind(so to speak) anyway. Whenever I see old friends here in San Angelo, I find myself ducking away to avoid them mission impossible style. They all stink ( Read more... )

Instead of sitting in film class taking my final, I'm sitting at home babysitting two two-year olds. I came home early after finding out that my older sister has to have surgery to fix a blood vessel in her brain(that is the end of that, I'm too upset). She left for San Antonio today with my other sister, and so here I am trying not to have an ( Read more... )

I'm feeling a teensy bit nostalgic. A friend of mine's problems reminds me of one that I had with an old group of friends. Things ended quite badly, and I still regret it sometimes. Of course there's nothing I can do about it since I've managed to sever ties quite nicely, but I'm not even sure what I would do if I could. As it is, life will go on ( Read more... )

I want to learn Korean. I'm tired of only knowing curse words, disciplinary words, and commands(since I hear them directed at me most of the time). Sure, I can call people stupid and tell them to clean up the ___(insert room/object here) or to hurry up and eat, but I can't ask them where the bathroom is(very essential) located. I find it funny that ( Read more... )

I've felt jumpy all day today for no damn reason. I was stuttering while I was on the phone with J and talking a mile a minute. I'm pretty sure he didn't understand half of what I said, but he stayed with me anyway, and that's all that matters. I sat there, reading passages from my favorite books, sometimes several pages worth, and he listened. I'm ( Read more... )

I'm going to learn to draw. I've decided that if I had the talent to draw(and to play various instruments), I'd be unstoppable. I thrive on irrationality, impossible goals. And you'd agree if you ever saw something I've attempted to draw. I think I drew one picture in art class in the seventh grade that I was happy with...and I gave it to my first ( Read more... )

my continual battle for self-identity is tiring. i'm tired of having to whine about not knowing what's next, what's to come. i want to let down my hair and just let it. acceptance without retort. that's something i've never managed to do well in. i have a reply to almost every situation, warranted or not ( Read more... )

Today is one of those days where I feel creativity brimming from within. Too bad I can't grasp enough of it to get any solid ideas or feelings. I have been thinking, quite seriously, of moving on from this journal. Then, I came back to myself and remembered that it never solves anything. I'd just start a new one somewhere else, hiding again, and ( Read more... )