When do you know to give up on someone? When do you know it's ok to do so? When do you know to walk away? When do you know that you have the courage to do so? When do you know that it won't hurt too much? When do you know that you won't hurt the other person? When do you know it's over? When do you know it's the best thing to do? When do you know ( Read more... )

I need new friends. Like, really bad. The end.

(PS: I still like you, it's entirely something else.)

Sorry, it's been forever ( Read more... )

So. I've moved in. Sorry, it took so long to post. I didn't have internet access in my dorm for awhile. So, I like the dorm so far. The room looks bigger than what it looks like. I could fit everything in. I bought a mirror and I already broke it because it fell down from the closet door. It wasn't the actual mirror part that broke, but the frame ( Read more... )

I move into my dorm tomorrow! I'll probably post pictures of my new room once I get everything set up and then I'll make a promise not to talk about it as much as I have. I know for the past few (er.. or twelve) entries have been all about moving out and such. I'm ready. I think. I hope. My dad and I packed up everything earlier tonight and it was ( Read more... )

Soon, soon, soon. Everything will be changing. Moving out on the 18th. 11 days! I can't quite believe it. I'm trying to get everything ready, but it's hard when I work so much. I have to work 6 days in a row! Boo. The only days I get off this week are Thursday and Friday. Though I will miss all the lovely girls at work, I'm so so so ready to get ( Read more... )

This is one of these posts I do when I'm bored. I don't have much to say ( Read more... )

Today was an interesting day. Technically, I got two job offers. More to come as it unfolds. I don't want to jinx anything.

So in the waning minutes of today, I found myself having to post. Why? Because it's exactly one month until I move out of my house and into my dorm. I'm excited. I've already been buying things for my new dorm. (Which is part of the reason I'm excited, I'm afraid). Emotionally and mentally, I think I'm ready. When I was a bright eyed 18 year old, I ( Read more... )

Through for most of my younger years, I wished for a sister, but I have come to realization that I'm glad I don't have one. She would probably be prettier, smarter, and everything better than me and I couldn't handle none of that. She would borrow my clothes all the time and irritate me a lot. Not that my brothers are saints, but at least they don' ( Read more... )