I hate the word "confused". it seems like it's just a way for me to avoid accepting responsibility or really facing a situation. hehe, why is this my reality? sometimes it's as if i'm not even here, but things keep going on just the same. i've been a bad person lately b/c i keep avoiding people (some on purpose and some not on purpose). Maybe i ( Read more... )

fuck. fuckity-fuck-fuck. shit ( Read more... )

You know when you hear a song on the radio and it automatically becomes a theme to part of your life. Perhaps i've been watching too much Inuyasha but i've given some of my memories music. Just like kikyo or during a fight scene, the music tells you what the characters are feeling and prepare you for that emotional reaction--the sigh, the gasp, ( Read more... )

GRRRRRR!! I'm graduating tomorrow (technically today) and I have nothing to wear underneath my gown@! I bought a dress but now I don't like it so I have to return it and try to find another one tomorrow before 1. ::sigh:: I'm feeling very round all of a sudden. And nothing looks nice, i'm just a big lumpy blob of flesh and none of my dresses are ( Read more... )

so here's a happy thought: "sometimes people just need to be rescued" (and if you haven't seen Wonderboys, may i recommend it now) and i coudln't agree more ( Read more... )

it has come to my attention that we may have a knack for being attracted to the wrong men. And by that I mean that we have a tendency, that isn't so much a mere tendency as it is a bad habit more appropriately likened to a vice. The kind that cause nothing but trouble...grrr!! ::sigh:: why can't I like nice, intelligent, well-rounded, law-abiding ( Read more... )

Basma told me I was "a plasmid prep goddess"...hooray!! Granted, it's not exactly the hardest thing in the world, but dammit, at least it's something! happy f*ing friday!!

most of the time I'm fine. but sometimes I feel really really depressed. And there's no real reason for it. things can be great or not so great and it just hits me...and i rack my brain for something to do to make it better--people to call, things to do, satisfy a craving, but it's all useless. I didn't used to be like this.

So, I'm sitting in bed in my hotel room and it's 9:00. A little after 1:00 this afternoon I called Cathy at the apartment and screamed for about 15 seconds while streaking from my door to the window and back with afghan wigs "66" playing in the background. hehe...it was fun! Then I took a shower, ate lunch, and took a nap.

How much you've changed ( Read more... )