Do you ever wish you could take a picture with your eyes?
Grab the image with iron clad fingers
Hold it gently to testify to your later self
"Remember this? Remember hope?"

Okso, the plan was aborted and now I am going to Houston THIS weekend... and I really can't wait. I'm a little sad that I missed our homecoming game and such, but I'll live. Maybe I'll even attend the game this weekend (hopefully there is one). I'm so ready for home cooked meals and free meals and free laundry and uncompromising hugs and so so so ( Read more... )

So school is getting a little on the hectic side but other than that I'm doing pretty well
I had a much needed but very short vacation to San Antonio this weekend,
hopefully it won't be long until my next because its a complete sanity saver.

Going home in a few weeks, I'll update more thoroughly then.

I am happy ... so why am I not satisfied?

Just a few thoughts about my new life and its adjustment process

Scalding hot showers seem to be my new favorite stress reliever, seeing as every trip made with 5 minutes of walking outside leaves me sweaty and sticky for the remainder of the day.

San Jac is quiet... eerily so... I know people live there because Pancake Madness (free pancakes) ( Read more... )

So much to do, so little left to say

It's so very late... I know, but after reading back in my livejournal entries a good fours years I feel that it's finally time for another real update on my life. As you already know if you checked the date on this entry, it is currently the summer of 2008, and I am sitting on the brink of my final days in the good ol' CYP. Four full days left ( Read more... )

I pick up the well worn boxers and fold them gently between hesitant fingers. They are a faded and dull blue, worn with curious sporadic need throughout the past four years, although providing no remarkable qualities after having been used so often. They cling to my fingers in a reminding sort of way, and I feel myself search the seams for ( Read more... )

Pudgy fingers, sticky fingers, wet fingers
An abundance of tears and snot and slobber
Full blown screaming sessions and soggy underwear
Sharp toys launched like missiles and tiny boo boos blown to stellar proportions
Questionable sources of questionable stains
Massive fits thrown over miniscule details
Fist fights, sword fights, slapping, pinching, ( Read more... )

I never said I was sorry for not being there
Because for the longest time, I wasn't.

Hand clenched tightly around the stone I grit my teeth
Bearing against the years of hatred and denial.
Traipsing through the memories was like watching your least favorite movie over and over again,
Recounting exactly when you realized that this wasn't a good story ( Read more... )