over the memorial day weekend lesley, my cousin, in a nightgown and slippers smeared fake blood all over her face and threw water balloons at the girls outside of the nightclubs yelling, "Get wet, bitches!" This is why I love her, for being so insanely bad ass, that no one could ever possibly compare. On another note, it's raining and I'm stuck ( Read more... )

I would like to take this opportunity to chalk up that last journal entry to being a girl and therefore having stupid girlie emotions in the stupid part of my brain capable of stupidness. I shall now devote all my free time to developing the ocean/boat/island theory of men and women with Lisa Larue and opening up our wig shop/portrait studio in ( Read more... )

substitutions...they are inevitably used throughout one's life. Although the weekend was downright delightful, a constant nagging feeling was weighing heavily upon me. The feeling that I was somehow a replacement for someone that was so much more than I will ever be. People change, but the idea of them, the memories we have of them don't. Sometimes ( Read more... )

While pondering what gift to give my sister on her fateful graduation night, I've run into a brick wall. I need something functional, something she can use in the future, and practical, yes, practical...oh, and decorative, for looks. If I make something, it means that it's from the heart, so I will do that. Now...what to make. I need ideas. IDEAS! ( Read more... )

On the computater today, doing computational-like stuff, and doing it with pizzazz. I've been sleeping a bit more lately, and increasing the number of crosswords attempted in a single day. Apparently, the childhood trauma of being raised in a semi-normal middle-class white family has finally reared it's ugly head and is taking it's toll on my ( Read more... )

I've got a headache but I went swimming today and to class. I forgot how much I enjoy the television program Lost, it was delightful...just like you. Sleep shall commence in t minus 1 hour. I hate commercials, read a book for me.

graduation was today, I was supposed to be there had I planned my last four years more efficiently. Now I'm stuck paying my own way through school, all because of my indecisiveness. The guy that lives upstairs is playing really loud light rock/jazzy type shit again, i've thought about punching him many a time, lucky for him i'm a pacifist. Mother's ( Read more... )

So it's going to be that kind of day. Screaming, screaming, screaming down the hallways, getting nowhere and falling apart in the process. The floors are littered, the gas is shut off, alone in a living room trying to grasp an understanding of my current situation. Stress has this ability to consume me, a fiery furnace of doubt, self-loathing, and ( Read more... )

4 more days of class before finals ( Read more... )

It has somewhat recently been brought to my attention that most of the postings on this excalibur of a website are angry in origin. I find that is true, venting frustrations is a normal process that we all must go through so ensure that we don't one day decide upon mass killing sprees(in the form of cheesy entertainment and teen pop sensations). I ( Read more... )