I feel like this might be a bad idea, especially with all the people who have been offended by blogs in the past year (myself included).  But I also feel like it might be cathartic.  I'll never tell people all the things that I want to say to them.  I hate hurting people, and most of the time it's not going to do any good.  So, I'm going to type ( Read more... )

I'm basically a career singleton.  Independent woman.  Future cat lady.

Except... apparently, I have a boyfriend.

Judging by the amount of shock and confusion I've encountered over the past few weeks, everyone thought I was going to join the nunnery after I graduated.  I've dated boys before.  I don't see what the big deal is.  Okay, so they ( Read more... )

 I'm not wearing socks.  My window is open.  I can hear birds and people playing baseball in the park.  It's officially spring, and it's officially impossible for me to focus.  I've been putting off my thesis for days.  It's much easier to find new bands on myspace and play outside than to sit down and make myself do work ( Read more... )

 I don't know why I keep letting myself get this upset.  It's really uncharacteristic.  It's been happening over and over for the past couple of days.  I'll be fine and then something will set me off.  I used to be like this in high school.  Overdramatic.  I used to let things get blown out of proportion.  It's happening again.  So it's Thursday ( Read more... )

Before my first birthday, my family moved across town.  I spent the entirety of moving day in my carseat, bawling.  If anyone tried to take me out of the car, I would start screaming.

I've never been good with change.

I'm visiting Penn State tomorrow.  My feelings about this have gone from indifference, to resistance, to dread.  I've been a total ( Read more... )

 Finals week is not exactly my favorite part of the quarter.  I'm starting to feel the pressure even earlier this time, thanks to my douche of a stats professor who insists on having his final a week early.  Combine that with grad school rejection and general doubt, and I'm more than ready to hide under my covers and call it a night.  Unfortunately ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  It's okay now.  I'm still standing.  Maybe a little shakily.  But I'm standing.

Overall, life has been going well lately.  Things are making sense. I feel good about it.  For once, I don't feel like self-destructing.  That, my friends, is what we call growth.  Hopefully I can keep it up.

When I think of my 22nd birthday, I'm going to think of juke box songs and inappropriate video games.  I'll remember fuckin' Jagerbombs.  I'm going to think of birthday cake that was, in fact, banana bread.  I'll remember really horrible pool games (with occasional moments of pure talent) and "ice skating" down Lane Ave.

I got to act like a kid... ( Read more... )

This is my last 10 minutes of being 21 years old.

I feel like an old lady.  I know that's irrational, and that everyone would probably appreciate if I would stop cracking jokes about riding to the bars on a Rascal, but I seriously cannot believe that I am going to be 22.  This is the first birthday that I've ever dreaded.  It seems like the ( Read more... )

 I can't sleep ( Read more... )