So I clicked on "post to journal" and got the option to "restore saved draft"--this is what I had written:

"It feels amazing to know that your romantic interest is utterly addicted to the sound of your voice. We've been dating for like, three days."

This was ironic, considering the fact that it is now three days after that relationship ended, and I ( Read more... )

I'm not quite sure what it was about living in Santa Barbara, or what it is about being back in L.A., but I am sooooo happy ( Read more... )

never again will i sign up for summer classes. i repeat: never again.

maybe the fact that one of my guitar strings broke is a sign that I should actually be studying.

I have become utterly obsessed with astrology in the past month. This is almost ridiculous.

I always complain about how I have trouble making and keeping friends that are girls because I can't stand how ridiculous some girls are and how girls just need to get over themselves... except, the irony lies in the fact that I am just as ridiculous as every other one ( Read more... )

More pages from the art journal...

( life revolves around such trivial matters )

Jet Blue gave me free round-trip tickets to Boston. I wish I had the time to redeem them and fly out immediately; I need to get away from this place.

Remember those beachy keen days when we’d sit out on the lawn and take acrobatic skills and volleyball dives and shell collecting passions and photographic talent out for a walk? I always claimed that last activity all to myself, because there is little about gymnastics or sports that I can take advantage of. But these spring days bring the color ( Read more... )

I think that it's about time we all realize that the silent treatment is a joke.