goodbye livejournal.

i started a new blog: yrfellowpirate.blogspot.com

enjoy!

gruesome.

such a gruesome friday night.

up until midnight, this was mighty fine. and now i can't sleep and it's 4 a.m.: not where I want to be when I want to be at the gym @ 10.

but i guess i had a hard look at my reality tonight. and i love to please myself and say that this is how many best best friends i have, even if they don't live close, but no ( Read more... )

i had one of those "i thought i saw you" moments with this lady driving a black impala. she had that bang swoop across her forehead like you, but the way it had a tiny gap in between hairs was just so incredibly like yours that i did a double take. which then lead me to think about how we haven't lived in the same city since BHS, and although I was ( Read more... )

the spring classes are not yet defined, but I can say with a rather fierce sense of optimism that this will be my last time in this branch of campus. Scott Park, you're dead to me. And you're a little on the musty side. Also, your library's book selection sucks. Really, it does. I'm ashamed to call you a library.

in other news, I will be finishing ( Read more... )

I remember being only just 12, and thinking to myself, "wow i've only been to one funeral" sans those fake ones we used to have in our backyard for all the dead animals we encountered. And that one funeral, the one of my dad's cousin, i remember wearing a great little French outfit with a matching blue beret that my aunt scolded me for when I wore ( Read more... )

I need team mates to walk with my team, American Gladiators, to raise money for the National Multiple Sclerosis Society MS Walk on April 15th.
It's a Sunday morning, and I know that may be hard for a few of you crazy college kids, but it's for a really good cause and they provide breakfast and lunch. I'm hosting a team pizza party at my place the ( Read more... )

and now starts my life filled with empty promises along with begging for: 
money 
independent studies 
extensions.

No matter how hard I try or how professional my hair looks, I cannot find it in me to sit at my desk and be productive. I've lost that whole caring thing. And our Peterson's survey is due in three weeks. Yuck.

I'm raising money for the MS ( Read more... )

chad took me to the pub last friday. we argued about everything there is to argue as usual. i love that man. we smoked cigs and when he went to get me a very dirty martini he spilled most of it on the ground, which just confirms my theory that martini's are first of the night drinks because once you're drunk it's hard drinking out of a glass that ( Read more... )

i hate the cliche, but hindsight is 20/20 ( Read more... )

i'm embarrased to be this sad again.

the hugs of my inner circle feel empty.

i had to make myself do the gross dishes today.

i was two seconds away from crying at the bar again.

i've ignored calls from my gramma (how low can i get?)

i'm inevitably sleepless.

Mason Jennings just tells it like my life is:

"got so lost that I went to church
sorry god but ( Read more... )