Back on campus, finally reunited with all of my belongings (my room looks quite pretty, now that I have curtains, lights and various frilly accessories). Unfortunately, my beloved laptop died on me the day before I was to return, so I sit here typing LJ posts and checking my e-mail in a deserted library since all the freshmen are on their BSC ( Read more... )

I AM GOING TO ITALY.

As of 10:20 AM on Friday, October 15th, I will be in Bologna, Italy.

I am so fucking in love with my grandmother right now for ponying up the cash for my flight.

<3 <3 <3 ( Read more... )

While reading through old e-mails that cluttered my Inbox, I came across this statement, written by Slightly Bitter (Soon-to-be) Ex-boyfriend:

Its hard to love you sometimes, Kat: occasionally you are obstinate about it, and that creates tension as well.

Granted, I never loved him the way he claimed to love me, I never gave all of myself to him, ( Read more... )

Confession ( Read more... )

Right now ( Read more... )

Best thing ever happened: I became obsessed with a line of a song I'd heard on the end credits for "Entourage" (charming new HBO show- Adrian Grenier is walking sex, I'll even forgive him for co-staring with Melissa Joan Hart [fuck you, I know how to spell both their names correctly, I've always possessed an unnecessary aptitude for such a thing] ( Read more... )

I've never been one of those girls. Not that I necessarily blame those girls for being the way they are; truly, I've always indicted the society we're born into that often values a woman's thinness over her mental or physical health in the hierarchy of personal well-being. Throughout my life, though, I've indulged in the occasional cookie, french ( Read more... )

James is in California this weekend, Scott is in Iowa, and I am alone, left with the unfortunate realization that nothing came of the initial co-worker romance potential, despite countless shifts of flirting and casual fruit foreplay and even a few quasi-dates. Apparently, I am a social leper, unfit to be propositioned by anyone other than the ( Read more... )

I'm rereading Anna's e-mail, detailing her amazing travels through Italy, her visit to the Sistine Chapel, her upcoming weekend with friends on the Italian Riviera, while my mother nags me to help her unload the groceries. It's not that I'm even unhappy- I'm not really, regardless of how sorry for myself I may feel at any given moment- I just feel ( Read more... )

My ears are still ringing, my throat feels scratchy from cheering, and the thick black "X" on my hand screams my underage status, but I was the envy of many fourteen-year-old girls tonight when my brother's band dedicated one of their songs to me. Standing with James, as we yelled in each other's ears and brushed arms to avoid the mosh-pit, I ( Read more... )