Things are going well. My life is full of transitions right now, all of them for the better.

Looking back, I never quite realized just how unhappy I was with things. I'm still shifting out of all of the drama (and some people are making that a very difficult process, ugh) but so far so good.

I mentioned in my last post in April meeting someone ( Read more... )

I'm not dead. That's always a good start. :P ( Read more... )

So it's November. My birthday was a couple days ago. We have part 3 of the celebration tomorrow night at our usually Monday night karaoke dive... should be awesome. I have to say, it's been a great birthday, given the circumstances of this year and whatnot. Could be better, there were some birthday wishes I was hoping would come to past (didn't ( Read more... )

My house was broken into today. The new house, that I just moved into a few weeks ago. We don't have renter's insurance yet. They stole everything. Again.

I'm too afraid to sleep. I'm sick to my stomach. And I don't know what I do to feel alright again. Cried for hours today, keep crying randomly.

I just don't know anymore.

I've decided to make this journal friends only, if only to give me a little more freedom to talk about the inner-workings of my every day life. Feel free to add me, and comment to be added back. :P

...about posting in my blog. Seriously, I'm inconsistent and I forget that it even exists most of the time. Of course, it's the same for most of the stuff in my life. I'm so ridiculously scattered that it's a wonder I'm still alive, considering I forget such simple things as taking care of important life matters, and whether or not I've eaten in ( Read more... )

Leave your name, I'll respond ( Read more... )

So I've decided to start painting again. In fact, I have a specific painting planned, and all I need is to go to Utrecht for some supplies, and find good space and time. Perhaps it will be a spring break project. One more project for spring break will be to work on cleaning and organizing my dilapidated and messy home. How far in that I'll get, we' ( Read more... )

I can't count on any of my digits the number of times I've walked past the mirror only to find something I detest in its reflection. I'm not necessarily referring to appearance, moreso to my own present condition of self. You see, I've been lost the past number of years in a period of self-discovery. Call it an early mid-life crisis, if you will. ( Read more... )

Oh god. Just finished my 6-8 page paper assignment for Chinese Civ. I wrote it on Xue Tao, an ancient Chinese female poet. My brain is ow. That is all.