I really have no clue what to write about, but I thought I should since I'm actually awake before 10. I'm not saying I'm lazy, but with the way my work schedule likes to pan out, I'm sometimes not home until 12:30 or later - hence, sleeping in ( Read more... )

In a galaxy far far away, someone is living a parallel life to mine and enjoying it. Hopefully it's not completely parallel and they've decided to take better paths ( Read more... )

I just want to get up and go, just leave. I want to do what I want, and not what I'm told to do by everyone and everything around me. It's quite irritating to be honest. I told my dad that I wanted to go to Chicago - he laughed. Not mean-spirited or anything, just the "crazy teenager" chuckle. I want to experience 19, not just sit through ( Read more... )

I'm not used to waiting so long to write in here, but I like not seeing a computer every day and feeling some weird form of guilt of not writing. Anyway, wow, none of that was the point of this at all ( Read more... )

Things have changed, nothing dramatic, but still there ( Read more... )

I've been wanting to write about this for a while. I was told that I had a guilting personality a while ago (I don't know if I already wrote about it) and it stuck. Not because I thought it was mean or anything, it was one of those moments where the avoided truth becomes very evident. A smack in the face, if you will. Pretty deserving actually ( Read more... )

I'm home now, it's rather boring actually. I still have stuff that needs to be unpacked, and my room's beyond messy. I still have the mindset that I need to work on school things and not unpack, thinking I'll just have to leave again. But I have three months, three months back to a different world ( Read more... )

I've been wanting to work out to get in shape, but good Lord, this is ridiculous.  I've made about 8 trips to and from my car now, I do believe my back is going to retaliate and not work tomorrow.  I'm soooo tired right now, it's ridiculous.  Moving in or out is a definite strike against college dorm life.  I have so much crap here, seriously, half ( Read more... )

Parents make me question way too many things in life.

How come when you admit to your parents that you made a mistake, they still make you feel like shit?  Seriously, for me it's true.  I called home asking a very simple question that would not cause any dents in my parents plans for tomorrow, and somehow it turned into frickin' WWIII.  I don't get ( Read more... )

I figured this would be the best time for me to update.  I don't know how much time I'll have tomorrow with this computer.  It's kind of sad, I've grown attached to this piece of machinery, but after tomorrow I won't see it for about three months.  Oh well, I guess I'll live.

I'm finished (technically) with finals.  I have to give a presentation ( Read more... )