sleepy eyes for me
for about two days i could not put down "the pact". i finished and took just a breath or two before opening to the first page of "dry" - which is what i wanted to read in the first place. im trouble in a bookstore. there are still three other books on my nightstand craving my eyes. i have to say i crave them right back.
my trip home was alright, except for the pseudo robbery and the cell phone in the cooler incident. though there was a nice chunk o sex and alcohol, which was plenty to relieve my stress. i got some new clothes out of the deal too, and my new most favorite pair o earrings.
i have this stupid boy on my brain. but i can't tell him. it's a game i play, or rather, that we play. the let's see who can care less game, if you will. we take turns being into the other, though somehow it seems like i am always into him, even when he is actively acting interested, im faking disinterest, as his disinterest is real. we've been doing it this long, time will tell i guess.
im so tired of waitressing. im tired of having to go somewhere and slip through a 5 or 6 or 7 hour shift not challenging myself or even having a means to alert the trashy or condescending 'guests' of my gpa, or my goals and accomplishments. its sort of demeaning if you think about it long enough. . .
im not sure about the san fran trip now. actually, im not really sure about anything that involves my emotions and feelings or how they are dispersed amongst people lately. . .
so im just going to go to sleep. or read until my eyes bleed.
my trip home was alright, except for the pseudo robbery and the cell phone in the cooler incident. though there was a nice chunk o sex and alcohol, which was plenty to relieve my stress. i got some new clothes out of the deal too, and my new most favorite pair o earrings.
i have this stupid boy on my brain. but i can't tell him. it's a game i play, or rather, that we play. the let's see who can care less game, if you will. we take turns being into the other, though somehow it seems like i am always into him, even when he is actively acting interested, im faking disinterest, as his disinterest is real. we've been doing it this long, time will tell i guess.
im so tired of waitressing. im tired of having to go somewhere and slip through a 5 or 6 or 7 hour shift not challenging myself or even having a means to alert the trashy or condescending 'guests' of my gpa, or my goals and accomplishments. its sort of demeaning if you think about it long enough. . .
im not sure about the san fran trip now. actually, im not really sure about anything that involves my emotions and feelings or how they are dispersed amongst people lately. . .
so im just going to go to sleep. or read until my eyes bleed.