1 Long Night + 1.5 Hours Of Work (Off The Clock, and Training Jenny) + 4 Hot Cars + 3 Hotter Ladies + 3rd Place + (S.O.S. (Infinity)) + 3 Italian Sodas + 5 Straight Men + 1 Romantic Phone Conversation (with An Amazing Guy) = Beginning of The Best Summer EVER!

I don't think we can speak any more.

It's just too hard.

Despite all of the things I have to look forward to tomorrow(NC Shakespeare Auditions, a date I'm desperatley awaiting, a day off, a drive to myself), you still have this uncanny ability to say one thing and make me want to fall of the roof of my house ( Read more... )

I went to the UNC-G Bash last night. (It's a Prom-Costume-Ball thing ( Read more... )

It is now offically summer, and I am offically a sophomore in college.

As of where my grades stand now as well, I am again on Dean's List.

Here is the treasure,
and you can have it all.
The price is truely meager;
it's incredibly small.
You just cannot be happy.
That's all that we ask.
You also must complete
one simple task.
Just tear out your heart
and serve it up nice.
Boil it, bake it,
or stuff it with spice.
You just connot keep it;
you must give it hence ( Read more... )

I wish I could just stop feeling sometimes.

It just keeps getting in the way of things.

S.O.S. Please, someone help me.
It's not healthy for me to feel this.
Y.O.U. are making this hard.
You've got me tossing a turning.

I can't sleep at night.Why do I keep shaking when I wait for your call? Why am I so damned worried about what you think ( Read more... )

I have been invited to the callbacks for the North Carolina Shakespeare Festival.

What the hell is going on?

bring me repentance
flowing in red upon your
many trays that carry
to me salvation

in your kisses
full of smoke and respect
I anticipate living again