I wish I wasn't afraid to die.

 Starting last Thursday, I began to work the midnight shift at work. I don't know if that was previously mentioned here, but transforming into an owl isn't easy. My only complaint is that whenever I change up my sleeping pattern (like that week last summer when I stayed out every night with Emily drinking like a fool), I get sick. Like, a bad head ( Read more... )

 Its 4:30 in the morning and I've been up since 9:00 this morning but I can't go to sleep until noon because I start the night shift tomorrow. Aye yi yi. Here's what I'm doing to stay awake.

I think this is the cutest little girl in the land. Violins are my new favorite.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=janXm1thRhM

My favorite comedian; RUSSELL BRAND!
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 PS. Did I mention a grimey homeless black man grabbed my boob in Detroit after I was left by my "date"? Yeah, that was icing on the cake.

In other news, I caved to my random Taco Bell craving. Its a sin.
Also, be aware of the liquid crack situation running wild in the states. Starbucks has put their seasonal Pumpkin Spice Latte/Frappacino back on ( Read more... )

 Blind dates, or dating in general, are never again to be explored by me.

You see, I had a "blind" date last night that I never even wanted to go on but was forced to by my boss. She and my supervisor thought this guy would be a fun match for me, not mentioning that said supervisor (Amanda) had dated him and that, oh yeah, he was obsessed with her. ( Read more... )

 Why does no one make quality stationary anymore? Do you have any idea how many stores I went to in search of some stationary? All anyone sells these days is blank note cards. Come now. How can I write a long, descriptive letter to a fond friend on a dumpy old NOTE CARD? I craved real stationary that would inspire me to flowery words and curvy ( Read more... )

I don't wanna.

I have changed so much over the years and it is so evident in my writing. Not really the content so much as the methods. Take my poetry, for example. I used to write poems that HAD to rhyme. Either this way:

Because if you lost your life tonight,
And, somehow, you were dead,
I wouldn't want to go on living,
If I'd left these things unsaid.

or this way:

I ( Read more... )

Funny, isn't it?

Not really. Not when everything she says makes sense and needs to be applied, but I don't know how. I don't know how to change myself and a very rebellious and stubborn part of me doesn't think I bloody should. I want to be loved for who I am, but that's a myth when I don't even LIKE myself. How can I hope for someone to like me ( Read more... )

Becoming Jane was the most depressing movie I have seen in a very long time.

It really didn't help. I came home and my mom told me she was done with me and is no longer acknowledging my existance and JOY Constance is home from Grand Rapids and stomping around in a rage as usual. How does SHE have friends? Seriously, tell me how anyone can stand her ( Read more... )