Well, after tonight, my Purity Test score went way, way lower.

Sweet holy hell.

Starbucks is always a good place for a meet-up date. It's never too loud, no need for food etiquette and there's no buying obligation. Today's "date" went well, I guess. She's really cute, totally my type, and we basically talked the entire time. Or, should I say, I talked. I rambled on like a crack-addicted chihuahua. I have no common sense valve ( Read more... )

I have a "meet-up" with a girl I met from MySpace. We've been trading emails back and forth for awhile now, and I finally took the initiative to ask her out. I am cautiously optimistic. The last girl I met from online was a complete disaster. She didn't have any real opinions on things and I had to drive the conversation the entire time ( Read more... )

Sweet buttery jesus, I'm having a difficult time typing tonight. And, no, I didn't drink a drop! Anywho, I went to the Dashboard Confessional concert tonight. My first impression was, "oh god, this outdoor ampitheatre (sp?) is going to be molten hot." But, it turns out that there is a nice breeze that flowed up the tiered seats the entire evening ( Read more... )

It's almost time to change apartments once again. Saying goodbye to the crap-ass squalor of the complex we are currently is will not be that hard. The air conditioner is leaking for the second time this week. I can't wait to get out of this hell hole. Although shopping for apartments in 108 degree heat is not exactly my idea of a good time either. ( Read more... )

My keyboard has seen little to no use lately, what with all the point and click games I'm addicted to, so I'll write a journal entry to make it feel better ( Read more... )

By buying myself a cute little iriver, I've effectively been locked in the house for a week until my next paycheck. Instead of finding an escape at the bar, I'll focus myself with music. But my urge to drink is very strong right now. I want to forget my stressful days and lonely, anxiety-filled evenings. I want to convince myself that I am not ( Read more... )

I get it. Really, I do.

I received an anonymous comment from someone who informed me that I should look into seeing a therapist. They told me to look back through my journals and see how my moods vary from extreme happy to extreme depressed. S/he suggested that I could possibly have Bipolar disorder. What one has to realize is that generally I am quite happy and content ( Read more... )

It's pretty sad that I can only count the number of happy moments I've had this past week on one hand. I'm in a slump, rut, doldrums, melancholy...whatever.