What in the hell is Boxing Day? Honestly. What are we celebrating? I can see the mountains from my window and you can't. Ha! I stayed up till 7:30 this morning, and then slept like a rock for seven hours. Coffee is your friend. I love painting. I love you. I love what a terrible bitch I am just after I've woken up. Normally I wouldn't ( Read more... )

I'm sick on Christmas. It's awful. But I got to eat saltines and watch movies all day, so it could be worse. Whatever. Lithuanian holiday traditions are fucked up and I hate herring. Yessir.

Oh dear, my father's not coming home for Christmas. I don't think I'll see him till March and I haven't seen him since October. Well, I guess that'll make it better when I do see him, see? My mother and I, on the other hand, have apparently seen too much of each other. We simply cannot seem to get along. Suddenly I find I can't stand a thing ( Read more... )

I haven't updated in a long time. A lot's happened, but I've forgotten most of it. I'm home though! It's splendid. My life here has so little relation to Tucson that I keep forgetting I ever left, since there's nothing to remind me. It's out of control. David's gone forever, and I didn't say good bye. It's terribly sad. Oh well. Christmas ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving was vedy, vedy good because I got stoned and ate pumpkin pie. But then there was lots of drama coming from all directions, and I'm single again (though, thankfully, there was no drama there. Yes. That's that. I'm a horrible girlfriend. Maybe it's because I adore strangers much more than boys whose flaws I know. My room is haunted ( Read more... )

Paul is a jealous boyfriend. Life is to short to be jealous. Truly. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be the best Thanksgiving ever. I'll tell you if it was.

It's nearly Thanksgiving. I'm grateful for you and for my cell phone, and I feel like watching When Harry Met Sally. I'm not grateful for little girls who act like sluts because they think it makes them mature for their age. I'm not grateful when my roommates are very drunk and obnoxious. However, both of them are on detention all week so I get ( Read more... )

Adjustments have been made, and room changes and whatnot. Things are better. The desert is something you fall in love with but can never have. But it's nice. There are deer and wild pigs and skunks and jackalopes and doves, and a stream. And cigarettes, and a boy.

I'm homesick. Kids are on crack here. I've found a boy who likes to sing the Velvet Underground with me. I was on detention from four till 11 last night. I read The Old Man and the Sea, which I would certainly reccomend, and then stared at the wall for several hours. There was a boy on crack who wouldn't leave me alone. He's in jail now. This ( Read more... )

I've been chainsmoking like it's going out of style. I was going to go cold turkey here and just deal with it, but there are a total of three students who don't smoke at Fenster. I want to come home more than I ever have in my life. There are a lot of annoying and melodromatic people here, who start fights for no reason. My things are getting ( Read more... )