ch-ch-ch-changes.
It just occurred to my that the past (rocky) three years of my life is documented through sporadic, mood-driven journal entries.
I am gen Y!
I think I might be getting back into my nature phase again. Summer killed it. I killed it. Despite the double jeopardy, it could be revived. I found the prettiest leaf the other day, but it got thrown away :(. Any-who, it will do much more for my creativity than all the psychology mess on which I've been stuck.
I went to the 90.7 FM benefit last night, and I gotta admit--Tim's kind of sexy on 'dem turntables. Too bad he reminds me so much of a looser version of my father. I'd spout the refute about girls going for fatherly types, but I don't believe anything and everything anymore.
Vonnegut is in the works! Granted, he kicked the bucket in April, but I'm finally getting around to the painting. I realize that I HATE OILS, as most do. I'm impatient, as many are.
Ohh...I gotta get this one out--the most pertinent people dined at Bento this weekend. First, it was that scrawny little fuck of mine. I should have had him picked for a mama's boy from the get-go. So sensitive, that kid! Then there was Cassie. I'm almost positive that she's not at all fond of me, though her not letting me re-interview should have tipped me off on that one. Or it could just be my acute awareness of the glass-ceiling and the women vs. women thing (did anyone see the thing on the word "Bitch" on CNN this week?). Eh, fuck it--it was a minimum wage job that was scoffed at by the art department. The chick I Played Gameboy with my first semester--the one who ended up in rehab--came in tonight. She's bounced back well. hOPE.
The wine's hitting. I'm torn between "team-building" over king crab and sake and going to a house part with Yahweh. He sniffs me. I sniff people, too.
I am gen Y!
I think I might be getting back into my nature phase again. Summer killed it. I killed it. Despite the double jeopardy, it could be revived. I found the prettiest leaf the other day, but it got thrown away :(. Any-who, it will do much more for my creativity than all the psychology mess on which I've been stuck.
I went to the 90.7 FM benefit last night, and I gotta admit--Tim's kind of sexy on 'dem turntables. Too bad he reminds me so much of a looser version of my father. I'd spout the refute about girls going for fatherly types, but I don't believe anything and everything anymore.
Vonnegut is in the works! Granted, he kicked the bucket in April, but I'm finally getting around to the painting. I realize that I HATE OILS, as most do. I'm impatient, as many are.
Ohh...I gotta get this one out--the most pertinent people dined at Bento this weekend. First, it was that scrawny little fuck of mine. I should have had him picked for a mama's boy from the get-go. So sensitive, that kid! Then there was Cassie. I'm almost positive that she's not at all fond of me, though her not letting me re-interview should have tipped me off on that one. Or it could just be my acute awareness of the glass-ceiling and the women vs. women thing (did anyone see the thing on the word "Bitch" on CNN this week?). Eh, fuck it--it was a minimum wage job that was scoffed at by the art department. The chick I Played Gameboy with my first semester--the one who ended up in rehab--came in tonight. She's bounced back well. hOPE.
The wine's hitting. I'm torn between "team-building" over king crab and sake and going to a house part with Yahweh. He sniffs me. I sniff people, too.