I can't listen to this song without crying. Perhaps its just my mood lately and the fact that I'm tired and attempting to finish my application, but it reminds me of something lost. Something that I think now, ruined me. Something that I believed in, something that affected me so ( Read more... )

I went out last night. As in, after work, to an establishment that served alcohol. With Jacque, Jessica (for a little while at least), Erin and Jared. Toward the end Jared said, "We've finally done this. It was long overdue ( Read more... )

P.S. I drank the entire bottle of wine last night. And then proceeded to watch The Devil Wears Prada with Greg. Simon Baker is gorgeous ( Read more... )

For some reason, I decided to buy some wine this evening. It seems that this hole, I'm-not-in-college liberating feeling has gone to my head.

I was supposed to go with Lynn tonight to see Evita but it snowed and this place isn't known for its ability to do anything about it. For a town of nearly 100,000, we only have three plows. How pathetic is ( Read more... )

Another one of my new year's resolutions is that I don't drive while talking on my cell phone. Well, when you get a call that your service might be cut soon if the bill isn't paid, I'll take it. I wonder sometimes, if that by supporting me, my parents have had to let some things slip ( Read more... )

Sometimes you have to eliminate temptation. That's what I'm going to do. Getting rid of the blanket. Deleting the links. Getting together with Nathan, Jared, Ryan, Jen Ford and Jacque. Taking Marty's class. Developing a PDP at Starbucks. (Attempting) to read a book a week - this month it's Jane Austin. Books about her and written by her. Other ( Read more... )

I just had a thought. I can't believe all the things ( Read more... )

Mom just said I'm a good person. Yeah, right. I don't feel like a good person. I keep apologizing to people because I cannot seem to catch up. Sigh.

I can't do it anymore.

I hate the fact that every song I hear is about love. Lost, found, tangled up in it, hopefull for it, wanting it, needing it, hating it, avoiding it, etc.

I wonder if I would still like Nat if he came back. Whenever I think of that period (a.k.a. end of freshman year through sophomore year), it always makes me feel like so much time has passed.

I just realized what I did. And I cried all the way home.

I didn't want to be here but it was the right thing to do.

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