It's sunny out and I'm feeling a weird sort of nostalgia for a time and place that don't really exist. A combination of now and then, here and there and a way of having the best of both worlds. I change my mind too much and I still don't know what it is I really want. Where does all of this lead?

It's remarkable how the same thing can mean something so radically different with regard to whether or not you care about someone. It's weird to meet people I don't care about.

The funny thing about all of this is that I've done it to myself. I guess I got what I wanted.

I finally took the stage tonight for the first time this year. Sad, I know, that it took me over 2 months. And who would have thought that a 4 song set including a borrowed (piece of shit) guitar, a barely finished song, a broken microphone and forgetting an entire verse to another song would actually feel good. But it did! I randomly ended up at ( Read more... )

The single life is interesting. Confusing and interesting. I don't know if I'm cut out to be a single girl though. I like snuggling too much. Why is everything about timing? It's like trying to synchronize your watch with someone else's and it's really fucking hard to get it right. I need to learn about patience. It's a virtue I hear. I find myself ( Read more... )

DOA. And I'm not really sure how to handle rejection because it hasn't been an issue for five years. Dude, this dating thing is hard! But it feels right. I'm pretty confused about how to successfully exist but I think I'll manage. The problem is I don't like taking 'no' for an answer but I'm probably going to have to learn how to do that. And it's ( Read more... )

I just want to get this over with and go back to normal I think. I hate being so confused.

I just hope that was the hardest part. I can't handle it if this gets any harder. But sometime the hardest things is the thing you need to do. I don't know what I'm doing at all in this world and I need to figure it out. Fast. I don't want to ruin everything I have. I hate having to hurt people.

"You don't count, Stina. You're one of the guys."

Ho hum. The story of my life.

The only thing that might be worse than waiting in line at the RMV is waiting to see an advisor in the College of Arts and Sciences.