so i've decided that this weekend is going to be time for me.
after work on saturday morning, i am getting in my car, turning off my phone, and being free.
i'm going to write.
i'm going to read great expectations.
i'm going to go to the movies.
i'm going to watch before sunrise and before sunset again. because few things give me that much hope on ( Read more... )

the past few days have been interesting indeed. but don't worry about it. don't worry about me. i'm going to use my head this time. not let it get out of control. whatever happens is going to happen and whatever doesn't isn't. it is indeed whatever. because i'm not sure how all of this is going to turn out, but i'm not going to put all my ( Read more... )

1) i have seen almost all of the movies currently playing at your local cineplex and can tell you excitedly why i like each one ( Read more... )

i'm back in el dormo for another semester of awesome ( Read more... )

so i've decided that since by next month i will have been five years without a boyfriend, i have the right to be a bit bitter and cynical and mad at the world. not all the time. but every once in a while it's ok to feel like i'm being cheated out of something. like it's being rubbed in my face that i'm being cheated out of something. frustration ( Read more... )

im trying. i really am trying to pretend like everything is cool and that i'm not about to blow a gasket in my brain. like it's ok that i haven't had a day off in the last week and that i work for the next four days (note: i'm aware that i picked up shifts two of those days, but since when should i, or anyone, be punished for trying to help ( Read more... )

so i was sitting at work yesterday, having had one, count them, one, table in near two hours. and my thoughts started to wander, they way they used to when i let them have free reign over my life. but this time, my thoughts came upon a concept to which i hadn't until that point given much thought. i say that i don't understand how people can be ( Read more... )

i'm wrong. the world is wrong. everything is so, so wrong. it's like someone took a crowbar and made a huge dent in what was my reality ( Read more... )

When everyone tells you that something is wrong, and even you yourself know that is indeed not a good idea, what kind of mental dysfunction is necessary to allow you to keep harboring hope that maybe it's not bad? a very loaded question, i know. but the answer to it has dire consequences. at least i think is does. i'm not really sure because i'm ( Read more... )

i wish i had an answer for all of this. for any of it, really. because i keep thinking that maybe it will all just go away or i will suddenly be overwhelmed by strength and courage unlike any that's ever possessed my heart. ah, my heart. my poor heart. it really isn't sure what to do with me anymore. because every time it thinks i'm finally ( Read more... )