A lot of times at Stanford I feel like I've lost so much more than I've gained.

I am so thankful that tonight is not one of those times.

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William Carlos Williams rewritten in Mean Girls Dialectic ( Read more... )

I'm strangely calm, quite possibly because inevitable doom is much less stressful than impending doom. There is, after all, no mystery, no worrying, just...doom.

I just spent the last three days deciding on my major, minor, and classes ( Read more... )

An increasingly new winter wardrobe. Entirely blonde hair (minus the roots). Different habits, different perspectives. New boy interest, Jewish this time. Revamped schedule. Improved body.

I wonder how much more of myself I can possibly change before I finally feel like I'm over you.

I'm an amazing person.

And damn if I don't look good as a vampire slayer.

You and I are not okay. You can call me your best friend and I you, but is still something wrong between us. I am so uncomprehensibly angry at you, I shake and fall onto my knees ( Read more... )

As I was walking through Salinas today with my boyfriend, no less than 5 people called me a faggot, and very few people had the ability not to openly stare at us holding hands. Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it to step outside this realm of perfect, north-californian, liberal goodness ( Read more... )

I've been feeling really lonely and stir-crazy lately. I'm in this house all the time because I can't get a volunteering gig anywhere, and there are no classes that last for 5-6 weeks. I think I'm going to start appreciating this time alone, though, and do stuff that really make me happy, which may or may not include the following ( Read more... )