Things aren't very good. Tio Matt's funeral is Monday. It just feels like he's still in Austin, avoiding his entire family. I guess that'll change when I see him for the first time in a couple of years and he's in a casket ( Read more... )

Today I totally got oiled with Javi and friends in Mexico. Then we made little baked tofus with vegetables and rice and ginger sauce. Javi brought me home. Our bike dates have been cancelled twice since it's cold, and I guess he's never heard of earmuffs and bandanas ( Read more... )

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Last night and today were especially nice. I got to see Justin, hang with my sisters and even phone a boy I thought I'd stopped loving. Javi introduced me to the veg menu at Hop Tung. I was so full. I purposely left the leftovers in Javi's car. He paid, after all. George, Javi and I saw the Life Aquatic. Willem Defoe kills me. I didn't see Laura ( Read more... )

New Year's Eve and Day were just my inebriated family in Corpus Christi playing poker and sipping menudo around a plastic table. I have no official resolutions. But if you ask me, I will say that I quit my drug of choice December 23, and I'll quit smoking some time this year ( Read more... )

We made snowmen on the trunks of random cars, and I'm sneezing like I just inhaled pepper. Jason is in Florida, and I'm so sorry he's not here. There are two people I've wanted to call for days, and I think I'll do that right now ( Read more... )

Today I did homework ( Read more... )

I've been surviving on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and soy milk all week.
Nothing is worth mentioning except that I want to go back to Sci Tech desperately. Mr. Riggins was so correct in saying that I'd be back in no time. Except now I have to wait for the second semester. Biology will be disgusting to catch up with.
I've enjoyed this time ( Read more... )

I leave for deep Mexico Friday night. I'm scared, but at least the only other people on the bus are people on a God retreat. Perhaps I won't get my money stolen in my sleep as my stepdad and every other ill-informed passenger that hides his money in his sock did ( Read more... )

Oh, it was a completely sober and legal night save for U-turns. Laura, Jason and I hung out and lost track of time. Jason and I traded shirts, and the slit in my skirt ripped to an end of visible pink ruffled underwear ( Read more... )