I am stealing internet from someone in my apartment building, but it only works if I sit on the loveseat with my knees bent and the computer resting on top. It still beats sitting next to the weird dude at the library.

I'm starting to realize that the reason life keeps tripping me up is because I'm always looking so far ahead, but if I don't look far ahead everything seems so depressing. I feel like that is starting to change but not fast enough to comfort me ( Read more... )

. . . in my stomach. I'm trying to let it go but I feel like I missed opportunities to explain myself and make my feelings known. I know that ultimately how I feel doesn't matter much in the ultimate scheme of things, but I'm still angry and even a little vengeful ( Read more... )

I'm going all out this year. Four types of tomatoes, purple potatoes, lacinato kale,cippolini onion, leek, six color swiss chard, dill, giant from italy parsley, and purple basil. Anyone interested in seed splitting ( Read more... )

I'm really trying to do this Lloyd Dobler thing, but how?

1. Submit my novella to publishers
2. Go back to a school.
3. Get a job or two.
4. Learn to turn right.
5. Be Lloyd Dobler.

I just spent about an hour trying to explain to my sister why I should stop talking to someone I potentially like because it takes up too much brain space ( Read more... )

I am sick. I sound like this: "cough, cough, weeze, weeze."

In better knews I got my Sterling viewbook and application in the mail this week. I must fill it out in spite of my illness and mopiness.

Mom is even willing to drive me to Vermont for a visit, yay!

Okay. Must stop wheezing. Too much to do.

I want to make a tree bog. Bog in this entry refers to the British slang term for toilet because the British came up with tree bogs and use great words like plimsoles. A tree bog is what it sounds like, its a toilet in a willow tree ( Read more... )

I'm in Ohio. Probably until December. I have a couple job prospects and my mom and sister. Things are better, more stability.

Still heartsick as hell. That is one of many large reasons I left Portland. I expect to feel better soon.

That's about it.