Here I am ... after all the bitching, all the complaining, all the financial drama, all the bullshit, all the promises ... here I am. Fucking Europe.

It's been three days. I just got finished talking to a group of French ( Read more... )

So tired. Adventures with another Hungarian boy and further adventures with my NYU kids last night. Missed train. Sleep in station. Stiff neck. Home at four in the morning. No like work good next day.

My job sucks. So far I've swept twenty-four flights of stairs. Then mopped them. Cleaned out a gutter that no one sets foot in. It's interested to be ( Read more... )

Last night was entertaining in a very generalized, drunken way. I began the journey with the Captain, seeing as though he always takes care of me. The core crew included Kristen, Jen Begg, Todd (a name I hate), Jen Slattery, Yammy, and others ... I think. From antics on Jen's porch, we made our way to McQuaide's, where I won at pool and lost at ski ( Read more... )

.00. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me ( Read more... )

I really have nothing to say. Like at all. It makes me sad to not update the journal though. It solidifies the fact that I'm wasting with my life.

My IPod sucks.

Besides checking out his profile a couple times a day, the situation with the boy is definitely over now.

My job is unreliable and I haven't been needed in two days. Two days not making ( Read more... )

Post-collegiate life.

Verdict?

Blah.

The days have been blending together at an alarmingly slow rate. I sleep, I eat (alot), hang out with Kristen, read (Life of Pi gets a high recommendation from me).

I do have a job, which I start on Tuesday. I am an elevator operator. Good money in exchange for whatever dignity I have.

I need an apartment. ( Read more... )

Dear SUNY New Paltz,

Thanks for the memories.

Love Always,
Greg

Now to be a grown-up.

He didn't, couldn't, wouldn't kiss me good-bye.

Getting involved with him was ... I hesitate to use the word mistake, because I definitely beneifited from the experience. In what way, I'm not entirely sure. But I'm pretty sure I did.

I gave up my power and pride. And the power of pride. In the end, he made small talk, not bothering to express one, ( Read more... )

Your words are stone ( Read more... )

The following entry is a list of reasons why the week of May 9-14 has sucked beyond belief. If you are not interested in my bitching, please scroll down to your next friend's entry and see if their lives are any fucking better.

Now on with the fucking show.

• The boy. Besides completely and utterly inflitrating every thought I've had at a molecular ( Read more... )