Dear America,

Today I did you all a favor.  Today I voted for the one and only Barack Obama.

Thank me whenever.

Love,
Julie Sue

I am trying so fucking hard to be the person everyone thinks they see.

And then sometimes, I have to force myself to be more.

Well, now seems like an appropriate time to reflect.  It is the end of my first week of my sophomore year of college at Transylvania University.  There are lots of things that concern me, and lots of things that excite me.

Chi omega excites me.  During a fit of -random- upset emotions, my big told me that I should look forward to an officer's ( Read more... )

Truth?

Commitment scares me.  I really enjoy just dicking around, even if it means hurting the other person sometimes.

Karma's a bitch, I KNOW.

 I move in in two days.  I can't wait, but I can at the same time; my roommate this year will, I have a feeling, test me quite a bit.  Shit's gonna go down.

You can't fake it hard to enough to please everyone, or anyone at all.

I've got a lot riding on my shoulders this year.  We'll see.

I think I want to turn my own world upside down.

It's going to be amazing.

And NONE of it will have to do with dreadfully falling in love.

Moving on... having "experienced the bittersweet," I'm now... still experiencing the bittersweet.  I can talk to other guys all I want, but even looking at Coop's facebook profile gives me an uncomfortable jolt that triggers feelings of acute aggression ( Read more... )

Ohkayso.  There's been a surge of bitterness on my part lately, either because of a coincidental turn of events, or karma's really a bitch and it's getting back at me for not understanding the term "monogamy" until recently.

Don't get me wrong, monogamy is a very valuable thing.  Believe you me, if I ever caught a boyfriend (now or in the past) even ( Read more... )

I struggle with forward motion.. because forward motion is harder than it sounds---everytime I get some ground, I've got to turn myself around again.

It's a really strange process for one to go through.  By that, I mean, becoming individual again.  In some senses, we are never really individual: we are all part of the human species, you're always ( Read more... )

 I wonder what people would do if they could simply climb inside my head for a few hours and watch everything go whizzing by.  I'm really not sure if it would make sense to anyone, or fascinate, or horrify, or simply bore.

I tend to think a lot about the same things, over and over.

The recent headline on the newsreel?  I'm on the edge.  If issues ( Read more... )