When I woke up at 6:30 this morning, James wasn't home and the heat in my apartment was off.  I felt sick to my stomach and I had the shivers--but I couldn't tell from what.  Fever?  Loneliness?  Sheer frigidity?  Half a day has gone by, my heat still isn't on, I managed to get out of the house to buy new sheets and a comforter, and I find out ( Read more... )

Having a boyfriend is difficult.

Having a live-in one is even worse.

Text Message Conversation with Stripes ( Read more... )

I cannot get over how crazy the sky is here.
I catch myself staring at the clouds all the fucking time.

What am I doing with my life? Staring, watching, thinking...
There's something about beautiful places (and beautiful people) that makes me pensive.

I ate a banana, nutella and mushroom sandwich in Vondel Park ( Read more... )

So Ireland is amazing. I'm here. I made it. I was a little overwhelmed at first. And shy. I felt very shy. Which is kind of weird for me. But I felt shy asking for directions and when I misheard people, and just talking in my American accent. I don't like sticking out as an American ( Read more... )

I feel like a little kid again, and my best friend is moving away and I'm so so sad about it. I'm walking home from school, kicking bottles and rocks, and it's awful because even if my mom made me my favoritest snack in the whole world (like ants on a log or chocolate chip cookies and milk) I wouldn't even care because I'm just so upset about my ( Read more... )

So whats the best way to end a fucking fantastic summer ( Read more... )

Should I or shouldn't I?
That is the question.
I have no idea how he feels about me now.
Well. I do. Not very friendly.
I just wish that it wasn't so.

I think I'm being selfish.
I usually am in these situations.
And I don't think he'd even respond.
Not that I really blame him.
So I think I'll just continue to debate this in my head.

Yesterday afternoon, I was at work, trying to avoid a massive headache and also explain the difficult concept of putting your heads down and your thumbs up to a group of overly-hyper and attention-starved 6-year-olds when my cell phone rang. I didn't pick it up, obviously, even though all of the little bugs started whining and telling me " ( Read more... )