i suppose watching rain fall in the streetlights is almost as good as watching snowflakes fall in the streetlights.

except not.

i have very little to say other than these things ( Read more... )

i know all i talk about these days is how weird it is to be home, or be going home, or whatever. it's most of what my thoughts are consumed with when i'm quiet. i am SO excited to get married and i'm learning that i've become a different person. i can't live with one foot in each reality--the two being high school and adulthood. it's just weird ( Read more... )

now that i've decided to write, i have nothing to say. i've been sitting, staring at the blinking cursor for about two minutes, and thoughts have been swirling around. nothing really wants to come out. drives me crazy ( Read more... )

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http://www.slate.com/id/2150245/?GT1=8592
this right here is brilliant writing. fabulous content, and snarky sentences. and he's dead on about zack braff and his stupid, stupid garden state. please read :)

how do i always make it about me?

this is partially in response to matt's post...i had some thoughts of my own that i've been working on sorting through. they may or may not be related to his, and it's entirely possible i missed what he was saying. i think he'll understand, though ( Read more... )

i don't have words for it anymore, not that i ever did. i finished cleaning out my room and packing all my pictures, memories, everything into big tupperware containers that now reside in my closet, soon to move to nana's basement. i'm not exactly sad, but i'm not happy. i'm just feeling this all so deeply, so many last times, so many endings. ( Read more... )

sometimes the world seems like it's a little too much to handle, and there's a whole lot more dark than there is light. i watch the news, read the news, it's all bad. gas prices are going up again, because of the conflict in the middle east. fires are ripping up los angeles and destroying peoples' homes. every other blurb is about police ( Read more... )