survival is my main priority. everything else is just insanity.

Phew. Turned in my last paper of the semester today. I feel as if a massive weight has been lifted from my shoulders. One exam left. And it's Latin. Easy as pie. In fact, I could flunk it and still get an A. He drops the lowest test score, and I have yet to get under an A on any test. I'm not worried. I got a 94% on the Humanities final. I really ( Read more... )

*gasp* I cleaned today. And did laundry *double gasp*. I am incredibly bored. Two classes done for the year, two to go. Shuler's class let out a little after 10:45 this morning, and there was no Latin. So I've been up to whatever since then ( Read more... )

'Tis Easter. Resurrection Sunday. And I, the heathen that I am, overslept and missed church. There was probably no room for me anyway, due to the influx of Christmas/Easter churchgoers. It's been quite a few years since my family has actually gone to church on Easter Sunday, this caused in part by each of our church's four services being filled to ( Read more... )

I guess today was fated to be a hellish day. And if tonight I discover someone fortunate complaining about their lackluster life, I swear to God that I will track them down and strangle them with my bare hands. I am so sick of spending my life alone and shut up in a small, dark room. And Steph, screw you. I hope you somehow find and read this and ( Read more... )

hmm...who woulda thunk it?


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You were so lovely when I found you while I was yet a misguided twelve year old girl. A heavenly voice combined with hauntingly ethereal beauty...lyrics of such pulchritude that the mere hearing of such a song could draw a tear from one's eye. Ah yes, my dear Daniel, you were one of my very first loves amongst musicians, in the splendor that WAS ( Read more... )

'Tis so lovely outside. The clouds are few, the palm trees sway in the breeze, and my breathing is not impeded by scorchingly hot moisture that overtakes an individual within its unbearable waves of ickyness. I have much on my mind, but no words. Damn this short attention span of mine.

Everyone faces the truth at one point or another.

Do you ever feel that violent gnawing in the pit of your stomach that comes with no clearly verifiable reason? Or, maybe you suspect that you know the reason, but you are playing hopscotch all around the possibility because you do not want to venture upon admitting to yourself just how awful the truth is. When you're living a lie, and the only one ( Read more... )