Inspired by Kara, Ali and self-obsessed, summertime boredom, 100 things about me ( Read more... )

I almost made a to-do list, but rendered it futile when I realized the only thing I shall do today is read in my parents' bed for hours and maybe watch the All-star game ( Read more... )

I've had random phone conversations with two strange men in the past week, resulting in one good date, and one awkward farewell because the sketch factor was too high, and I'd rather not be raped tonight, but I realize that this is what I wanted: dating, flirting, butterflies and compliments, but it's not really what I needed. I'm still alone, ( Read more... )

Tonight brought my first one-on-one interaction with a potentially interested member of the opposite sex in what feels like forever and a month. We sat in the Border's cafe for hours discussing our schools, our families, our religions, then browsed through books and I really could have stared up into his face all night, rattling on about some ( Read more... )

Suddenly, I'm finding this transient existence not quite what it's cracked up to be. I think the vile book my mother planted in my bedroom ("Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others") has plagued my brain with thoughts of settling down and establishing roots, and now I sort of want to marry this guy who works at the grocery store with me simply ( Read more... )

e1mosays: hey babe ( Read more... )

I feel such anxiety lately, and I have no idea why since my life consists of television, food, sleep and books. I drown myself in words and fantasy, avoiding all social contact. It feels rebellious in a pathetic way, to cast off the social expectations of a twenty-year-old woman. To not return phone calls, but just exist within these four walls and ( Read more... )

I like to feel sorry for myself way too often, but I think it's the necessary, unfortunate affliction of a spoiled college co-ed. It's what we do best at this time in our lives. I guess I should relish the independence, the lack of responsibility. At this age, my grandmothers were shackled with all the drudgeries of housework and childrearing (only ( Read more... )

My god, I'm twenty.

I wish I were more flexible. This body's going to be old soon enough, I should use it to its fullest potential while I still have the chance ( Read more... )