i'm so very tired right now. i want to go lay and sleep. i have to work tomorrow at 3 and i get to leave at 7. this isnt an event i look forward too ( Read more... )

I went to the doctor today. Diagnosis: TENDONITIS, left shoulder ( Read more... )

Can it be done? Deadline for application submissions iiiisss..drumroll please...Friday, July 22. Today is the 20! Oy..i'll always wonder if I don't do it. So yeah. Wish me fucking luck :)

If that falls through..theres always this:
* Washington, DC
Saturday, August 20, 2005
10AM - 5PM
MACY'S
1000 South Hayes Street, Arlington, VA

Last night I went out with J, we hung out over Jamacian's. They drank and I watched "training day" (which i hated..loved mr.washingtons performance...hated the everything else about the movie). Around 2 a.m. Lovito popped up. We left Jamacans, I saw Joker and got upset. Cheese eggs then home at 5.
"God help you Clois Juggle the bean bags!"

I don't know why but actually expressing myself or even thinking the reality of my life depresses me. My worries include my younger sisters, my older sisters, my brother, my parents, their future, my future. Why do my fathers words still get to me? I just wanna scream out loud at our life. All my parents could have done...water under the bridge. ( Read more... )

o.k. so all optimism aside, it sucks being a nomad. i cant wait to have my own space. i could live on my own with a student job(govt.), while also going to school. I'm getting a car in November, just saving my money. Maybe i'll feel different about this whole nomad thing once i have wheels. future,future,future..ugh. i've gotta be to work @4.

Naima won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did the best damn victory dance over that ( Read more... )

i decided ,shortly after sneezing my self into a hay fever stupor, that i would live from now on. tomorrow,after all, is the first day of the rest of my life. right? what can i do to feel? beacuase in all truth..i don't..feel. i try really hard to shake my self..move myself. nothing doing. it's 8o'clock on a wednesday and i'm alone in my room. i ( Read more... )

its in the pit of me clawing to be free. scratching at my insides and tickling my brain with its breath. it wont leave me alone. whenever i think its gone forever it turns, letting me know that its only sleeping. and when it wakes its terribly angry, anxious to devour me. does it know that in destroying me it will cease to be? at least thats what i ( Read more... )

*passes out ( Read more... )