I figured something out about myself today. I am conceited. I don't express my feelings to myself or anyone else. I think I'm way more important than I am. When I feel bad, I use alcohol and boys to satiate my hurt. I get mad at other people when they do that, because I hate the fact that I do. I want to cuddle and have no one with which to ( Read more... )

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Right now, Bill Cosby is on TV trying his best to make small children give specifics on issues that they no doubt are clueless about. And I quote, "How do they get milk from cows?" Is this not bating children to make sexual comments? These kids are four or five years old. When I was five, the girl who lived next door to Robin convinced me she ( Read more... )

So, I am in the most beautiful place I could ever imagine. Aussies have no sense of time, but beyond that, things have been pretty good. Stradbroke Island rocks my socks off. Right now, I'm wearing a toga. Oh yeah, apparently I'm hot by Australian standards. What a beautiful world this is. If only I didn't have to miss all of you so much :( ( Read more... )

Today, I went to a Belton High School summer cross country practice. I actually didn't show up for the whole thing, I just came to help them organize the bake sale/car wash they'll be holding while I'm gone, drop off some helpful papers, and bring them popsicles, since it is Friday. I remember organizing our first bake sale/car wash. I remember ( Read more... )

I got an e-mail from one of my new roommates. She suggested we bring two televisions since she doubted we'd be able to agree on a channel. I think I must be the only person alive who doesn't own a television and wasn't allowed to have one in her room as a child, or now. Julie, Jim and I sat together in the office, sweaty arms and legs askew on ( Read more... )

There is a precision to mowing lawns that appeals to me. I enjoy the monotony, tempered only by the occasional make-shift shrapnel of pine cones and small limbs. While mowing, I have the best opportunity for silent contemplation, despite the vocal rage of the machine. It is something you can slip beneath, actually, a constant which prevents ( Read more... )

It would be so cool if that's what our bowling alley was called, but alas, it is not. Despite that, Jim, Julie and I went to old Action World the other day for some ten pin...well, action. I overcame all odds (my ridiculously tiny hands included) to win two of the three games we played, with scores of 115, 69 and 146. You can guess which one I ( Read more... )

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