I'm really sad.

I'm wired. I drank two cups of coffee today and for me that is like fueling a mini-coupe with diesel (if a mini coupe could handle diesel ( Read more... )

It was a rich day. After work, Jess and I went to Laguna Lake. This place is a favorite of ours so far. There are horses roaming the open field and we can let teddy off the leash (although the signs say otherwise, no one listens). There's a trail that we follow to occasionally hike up into the hills (mountains?). But today we jogged the ( Read more... )

This was our second time at Eureka. It's a burger joint that specializes in Whiskey. Jess and I arrived 15 minutes early to secure a table and Daryl texted me that he would 20 minutes late and we needed a table for six. While we waited, we ordered a calamari appetizer and the beer sampler. All the beers came from the tap and they were delicious ( Read more... )

Jess is coming home from drill soon and we're going to Eureka to meet a co-worker, his wife and her friend. I hope it goes well. We don't have any friends in the area. My co-worker is nice enough, but a bit young.

December 2011. I finally graduated. I have never been so amazed at myself. I turned 31 in March. It took me 3 years after the military to finish this feat. It took me 12 years after high school. I majored in Computer Science and it was fairly difficult for someone with minimal experience with technology and quite a bit of age compared to her ( Read more... )

Last night I came back to read my journal. I was engrossed for hours and thought to myself, why did I stop or decide that I might go to another site or medium ( Read more... )

The drink I drink to make me brave; to make me fun and social. It transforms me into the person I wish I could be. I hurt because without my tonic, I'm no one. I feel incapable of being someone who people like to be around. I lack confidence and charisma. I can't find the words to utter most thoughts, instructions, or feelings ( Read more... )

I lay. I think. I listen to music that stirs my soul. I want to write, but I constantly ask myself do I want to write what I truly believe and feel or what I think I believe and feel. It's hard to get the truth to form from my heart to my fingertips. I feel like I pull every part of everyone else I know to construct my opinions, feelings, and ( Read more... )

live journal was fun, with old fond and dark memories. i swear i wrote more about my feelings than what i did. but i guess it's a part of growing up. goodbye 20's.

hello 30's, blogspot and tmblr.