School. School. It's cold. It's ok. I'm going to push someone in my poli sci class down the stairs so I can actually register for it. The teacher says if someone doesn't drop, I can take the class and then register for it in a year when she teaches it again, sign up, and she'll just give me the grade I earned this time. I love her. And have ( Read more... )

First day of school was... Cold, mostly. Lot's of cold. Picked up Amy in the cold, walked from car to class and from class to class and from class to car in the cold... Went to the new Chipotle with Amy and Beatrice in the cold... Dropped Amy off and drove home. I don't want to go to band practice, and so I believe I won't. But it's weird ( Read more... )

I go to bed exhausted, after a long day of fighting my body's fighting of me... Lay there, for an hour or more, trying to ignore the feel of the pressure my body and it's positioning puts on joints long abused by their surroundings... And I sleep. Finally. And I wake up crying, two, three times a night, every night... When I roll over, when I ( Read more... )

This week has been interesting ( Read more... )

My life. Oh, my life ( Read more... )

So, it's three thirty am on a thursday night/friday morning. I just got home from having a jolly good time with someone I missed more than I realized, and there are strange noises coming from my living room. I didn't notice them until I was settled in my papasan, and surely someone didn't break into my house like five minutes after I got home, ( Read more... )

Things are ok, over all. I'm kinda sad, but that's to be expected... I had these delusions of grandeur the past coupla weeks, dreams that someday things would be like they once were and I would be ok again... That somehow reforging a rusty connection might stop my life from it's downward spiral. And there was one night last week... That ( Read more... )

OK. I'm better now. Most of the time, anyway. Sometimes it's amazing how little time it takes to lick those darned wounds. But I lay in my cave today, hours after I was awake, stared at the ceiling and thought it all out. Here's what I came up with ( Read more... )

I went to my grandma's grave on Christmas... Told my mom I needed to get the hell out of that house, full of my raucous, white-trash stepcousins, took the car, and went... And I stood there, on that hill, and told my gramma how everything was wrong... How nothing felt right anymore. How... How disappointed I was with my life, and how ( Read more... )

Passed everything. By the grace of a god I don't believe in ( Read more... )