I think I have a love hate relationship with soup.

No, really. I always think I like soup, and sometimes I do. But only certain kinds of soup, and only in certain situations. Today I called my mom and asked her to buy me corn chowder. Again, it wasn't what I was hoping for. Oh well.

My throat hurts so much. I hate being sick.

Bellingham was worth it, despite the fact that I'm now sick again. It's really good to be around people that know what I mean when I bitch about certain things. Moving to Bellingham eventually is going to be a good thing ( Read more... )

I'm feeling better, and I really want to go to Bellingham. Parents say no... but I'll be on their case all day long about it. Part of the reason I've been so sick is because I've been so stressed out, and I think a night in Bellingham will make me feel so much better. Maybe it's time to make a wager with the parents.

I'm sick and I'm crossing my fingers for a miraculous recovery. Damnit, this is the 8th time I've been sick since the school year started. Sucks, huh? Well, I hope I can make it to the 'ham tomorrow.

I'm feeling better. I had a chat with the boy who told me I was swell. We exchanged drunk stories, and he made me tell mine in detail. It felt kind of nice to actually say it, instead of just letting it fester ( Read more... )

I've been really upset all day. I feel really gross about what happened the other night, and I don't think anyone is understanding that. I keep getting story after story about what happened to them, but that's not what I need. I never do things like this, and I don't intend to wake up in any more beds of boys I don't find attractive when sober ( Read more... )

Drinking margaritas and tequila shots makes me easy. I remember everything that happened last night... but let's just say I'd rather not.

After a couple days of the unfuckingbelievable, last night/yesterday was nice. Daniel and I went shopping at the Cap Hill Value Village, and for once, it was fantastic. Normally, so many people hit that Value Village, that there's never anything good, but I walked out with a fabulous coat for $5, and fabulous shoes for $2. Daniel got a great "look ( Read more... )

It's only the third day of the quarter and I've already skipped a class. I'm such a bad student. The invitation of warm eggs and an even warmer bed seemed much nicer than an hour long lecture from a book that I now own (thanks to 45 minutes in line in the bookstore yesterday) in a class that doesn't even take attendence. Oh well ( Read more... )

Yesterday was an awkward and shitty day for most people, right? It certainly was for me. It must have been the weather.

Things are only awkward because I let them be.