I am officially done with you, universe ( Read more... )

I am convinced that European children will never know the true joy of playing with a Slinky. All their staircases are spiral. Poor Tizianino.

Also, I need to get another tattoo. Having them in even numbers is bad luck, according to the Italians.

So my life is really quite petty. I mean, really. I want to be with Chris again. I have decided. i mulled it over, I lost no sleep, but yesterday it just kinda snapped somewhere inside of me. Thing is, I'm not really sure what to do about it. I REFUSE to say anything about it to him. Mainly because I am stubborn and prideful and I feel like doing ( Read more... )

Fuck you, professor Sanborn! You could have at least gotten back to me more than 25 hours ahead of time is you were going to say no. I COULDN'T email you at your home address because I was in ITALY, fucker. That was the problem.
You're a dick. Just give me the F and let me go home.

Home from my fantasy land of Vespas and huge church bells that ring on the hour and cobblestone streets. Back to confusion and piles of homework and a presentation that isn't getting done regardless of whether the professor emails me back. Home to the stupid boy from the dirty south with the psycho ex who probably STILL doesn't know what he wants. ( Read more... )

They say love is made up of beauty ( Read more... )

Last night I had a cleansing cry. Nothing exceptionally harrowing, just something I guess I needed to do. I hadn't really cried over Chris, just over him, and I think I needed to, really. I had this overwhelming sense of being totally convinced that no one would ever love me. I felt like that line from "Push" where he sings "I don't know if I've ( Read more... )

I am so done with school. My mom sent me this NY Times article in which it talked about how a lot of businesses are looking more for people who have spent time abroad rather than gone to school. And I'm not talking about Study Abroad, with captial letters and applications and papers to be written where you take excursions and have a meal a day paid ( Read more... )

I looked over at the red light on my way home from Sarah's and listening to her talk about Pat and how she hadn't seen him yet today, and the guy in the car next to me leaned over and kissed his girlfriend. And they made out all through the duration of the redlight at Drake and Lemay (and anyone who lives here knows how long that light is after 10 ( Read more... )

"Rude, Rude Baby" ~The Toasters ( Read more... )