its warm out finally. i am so happy. i'm wearing my cut up jeans that i turned into capri's and two tank tops layered over each other. my nails are painted, my toes are painted. i cannot wait for this school day to be over so i can jet home and play with my dog. although i need to stop off at the house to grab my suit case then go to the puppy. i'm ( Read more... )

when i was little i would beg my mother to take me to the library every week so i may have grabbed a bag full of books and sat outside in my favorite tree and read for hours. but now a hobby i once enjoyed so much has now been reduced to a lame task because all i do is read for school. i want to read my kind of books not the kind of books that lack ( Read more... )

i am rather honest with myself. i know what i am, i know what exactly i am capable of doing. i know what i truly want & what i could definitely go without. yet, everything feels the same, i have made large changes in my life in my environment and i still feel the same. excluding a few changing factors that feel like small ripples in the pool of my ( Read more... )

I am updating to do from my glass and steel desk. I am wearing my Gumby boxers and my boys flannel hoodie from rue 21. After a very tossy-turny sleep last night I am left with this feeling of unproductiveness. Like the feeling that today I will do just enough to get me by and do the things I simply must do, i.e. the list that my mother undoubtedly ( Read more... )

I am sitting in my 8 a.m. history class, with what I like to call Worlds Quietest Monotone Professor or W.Q.M.P for short. This is the type of class where as long as you do the reading you really don't need to go to the class. But in order for me too turn my new leaf I am not allowing myself to miss a single class all semester baring being deathly ( Read more... )

I am having my very own Carry Bradshaw moment. At this time there is only three days separating me from being twenty-one, and I am in a place that is very different from where I originally saw myself. Call it a pre-birthday breakdown but I am having a panic attack. I mean I had thought by now that I would be with a man, a good man. Or at the very ( Read more... )

I hate it when people mess with my pattern, my groove, my comfy rut. I like sitting at the same table and going the same places. When it comes to school at least. Because in a place where it is so crazy and there are a million people here and I commute its nice to have a space I can slightly identify as mine. A place that is familiar. I am always ( Read more... )

Okay, why don't people understand that playing their music out loud on their computer for the whole world to hear is impolite? Its not like I am letting Julia Nunes blast out of my computer for the whole world to hear. No I am using my headphones like a good person. Guess what not everyone wants to listen to your throwback to middle school right ( Read more... )

 The question on my mind and finger tips today is: How did I manage that? If I were to look back to a week ago, I was having a massive panic attack. Freaked out about how far behind I am. Or was really, I have caught up some. I still have so much work to do on math its not funny. everyone around me seems to be understanding it and I seem to be, ( Read more... )

Alright, I have screwed up. I have screwed up in the past sure, but not to this level of idiocy. I have to call upon every amount of brain power I have to climb out of the pit of crap I have ever so nicely thrown myself into. So for the next two months I am going to have to go work harder than I ever have in a semester. Seriously this is so stupid ( Read more... )