I have discovered recently that the road to self-improvement sucks.

Being a pre-nursing student, it's probably best of me to avoid self-medicating, but I can't help it ( Read more... )

I feel as though this is the type of thing that my (sometimes very angry at the world) friend, Shay, would post ( Read more... )

I could study for nutrition.

Or I could drop the class.

I'm too much of a cynic to be this happy. I've fallen like crazy and ninety-five percent of me just can't believe how wonderful things are. It's that five percent though... that little voice in the back of my head that's trying to warn me of the train wreck that I might be falling into.

But what fun is life if we cannot live it for the present,

No matter what I do, I can't win. And I'm sick of trying.

My sunburn has officially burnt off every inch of skin on my face. I look like Johnny Depp in The Libertine right before he dies of syphilis. That's a sexy mental picture. Huh?

My water bottle is just a little too excited to be alive. And by that I mean that it soaked the table that I set it on and now the people at the computer commons are giving me dirty looks. Oh well ( Read more... )

I suffer from chronic apathy and I am fucked because of it. I try to care and I know what I want, it's just that day-to-day progression of success. I cannot be bothered with it. I blame it on my lack of organizational skills and personal independence. Well, and my parents, of course. It is at this moment that I reminded of a few years ago when I ( Read more... )

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