I returned to my yoga mat yesterday after a long period of not being able to put that kind of prolonged pressure on my ankle ( Read more... )

School is over for me again.  Thursday was our last day of class before the final, which I'm not taking ( Read more... )

I was going to transplant/regurgitate something Josh had brought up online the other day, but here, you can just read it on Josh's blog. It's about the chick who offed herself because someone she met on MySpace [and nowhere else] was mean to her ( Read more... )

I'm going to be so exhausted.

But first, a very "like, dear diary" portion of this post:

Josh sent out a mass text last night about a Halloween party being held at his house on Thursday, which is tomorrow. Apparently, it's Alex's party, but just being thrown at Josh's. Whyever (that should be a word) that is/matters/ I don't particularly know/care ( Read more... )

I went to a birthday party last night. It was for Mr. Shumate. I didn't give him anything. I doubt I will for some time. I'd rather keep working on what I'm working on than just buy him something lame. It's been a while since I've painted/decorated/ruined something for someone else. It was a surprise party. What was great was the way they ( Read more... )

Dr. White told me he was pleasantly surprised to see me in class. "After our talk," he said, "I wasn't certain you'd be back." He smiled and said it was good to see me. Did you hear that? Dr. White said he's in love with me.

So I got to talk to Jesse on thursday. Yay! My transition to non-Jesse life was easier this time around, or at least seems so ( Read more... )

It's 7:30am and I just stumbled in from Josh's house.

I gave massages for an hour and a half.

I gave my number to a Stockton graduated marine biologist who looks like (but does not sound like) a young, surfer looking Tom Waits. He's called Bill and he is incredibly hot.

I was pet all night by a nice boy named Kevin.

Someone I thought I hated proved to ( Read more... )

I just got off the phone with Ben, who is flying out to Japan tomorrow.  Eesh.  That whore isn't even going to be coming down today like he was supposed to.  Oh well.  Here's hoping he doesn't die or decide to stay in Japan for ever (without inviting me ( Read more... )

Alright.  I haven't written in forevers, because [lame excuse or claims of laziness etc], but if I don't get something down now, I'll just keep putting it off ( Read more... )

Yeah, not too ecstatic about what this situation is doing to our conversations. It's just... unavoidable depression. For the first time in... ever, when I talk to Kevin, I'm unhappy. He doesn't cause it, no, it's just that at that very moment, when I'm hearing his voice, I think about our situation and feel disheartened. FUCK! I HATE THIS ( Read more... )