HELLO.

My name is Shawn Elise Genevieve Tierney. A plethora of Es, my name has!

Last night I barfed. Barfed barfed barfed. Barfity barfity barf. I like to forcibly expel nearly-digested food through my orifices. I also like my hero:


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I think it's really interesting the things that stick with you.

Like, ever have a conversation with someone and then there will be one phrase or sentence or string of ideas they say that just sticks with you. In great detail. Or maybe not. Forever.

Ever tell that person years later what stuck with you?

Ever have someone tell you that you said ( Read more... )

I don't ever want to be with someone who is everything they are because I loved them.
How entirely unappealing.

Matter of fact, I don't want to be everything I am because someone loved me.
I won't be.

The beautiful thing about crying alone is you don't have to try and explain why you're crying. Those tears, those warm tears that couldn't and would never be squinted back, those are the best tears. And they are sad ones, for sure, but sadness inherently denotes a happiness, even if that happiness is gone.

I'm waiting for my father now. All my crap ( Read more... )

and then I discovered the DH has my top 4 favorite kinds of ice cream AT ONCE

and i peed myself a little

Two Years Ago Today, I Wrote This.

That's, wow, that's unbelievable to me. And now I am writing one of my many final papers, this one for Performance as Cultural Criticism.Which I feel is appropriate.

I love it here. I don't want to leave.

I like to go, I just hate to leave. Which I remember the summer before college discussing heavily. And I ( Read more... )

I will always miss this place. Next semester, next year, and forever more. I love it.

Wonderful weekend. Proof? I have 10:

1. Emily Mosman brings buckets of fun.
2. My big brother is the best: throws a fun party, looks out for me (guarding me from male party guests as well as keeping my cup filled), and is a general all around love. Added plus, my best ( Read more... )

I love being a hostess. This was the first time in my family history that we hosted Thanksgiving. Yes, I spent all day yesterday cleaning and dusting and scrubbing, and no, this is not my ideal plan for when I come home. But when our house looked beautiful today (and it did) and family and friends began to arrive, I felt an excitement for this ( Read more... )

So I'm home. This doesn't feel weird at all - is that weird?

It's like, this morning I was in my room. And now, I'm in my room. And they're both my rooms. I have three. They are all equally mine. [okay, yes, I share one of them, but it's still 100% mine and 100% louisa's, it's not like, split, you know?]

I have friends at school that I hugged and ( Read more... )

This weekend was a wicked good time.

I haven't wanted to be home this bad all year.

Schedule of Events:
Tonight - Pay for procrastination
Monday - Fly Home
Wednesday - Lotus
Thursday - Turkey Day/Sunday Night(?)
Friday - G Love
Saturday - Come to my House!!!!

I don't even know.

Louisa is a saint for listening to me constantly ( Read more... )