When do you feel like a grown up? I'm beginning a career type job, I'm getting my own place and shacking up with my love. I'm done with school for now. I'm 2freakin6. I get to work on time and pay my bills on time generally. I have accepted a lot of who I am and my physicality. I can't keep up with the latest music or "cool" and I don't want to ( Read more... )

After a thrilling month of graduating and traveling I find myself back home with the prospect of nothing but work for several months. On the horizon is a possible long awaited promotion and therefore potential relocation. Last night Sam said I can bank on him moving with me in the next few months so that is very exciting. I am dreading the ( Read more... )

hell flies by! I am almost done foreva! 1 more paper to write, 1 more class to attend, and 2 last finals to take! Then what? fuck if I know. I'm going to relax, and focus on going to Italy. Then when I get back I have to find a real job and a place to live.

I just spent four days in la la love-y land. I am so relaxed and at peace with my life. Now its back to work for 7 more weeks of hellish school and work...then graduation! Time flies when you have no time or a lot of time. Does time ever not fly?

P.S. I fucking love Super Princess Peach on the DS

I finally got to see Sam after a 3 week absence. Separating again was heart-wrenching...but I have no choice but to survive. In other news I still hate school. I have 2.5 months left FUCK YEA! Apparently I have decided to pursue a "career" in retail management or what I like to call a "temporary dissolution of self respect for a student loan ( Read more... )

I feel like writing again, perhaps because school is back in session and I have other things I should be doing. My winter break was good except for working way too much. The highlights for my own recollection ( Read more... )

Just reading in my sociology book Majority-Minority Relations by John E. Farley ( Read more... )

School is fucking killing me. I am so tired of it and I have 35 pages to write in the next week and a half. I don't like researching or writing. Bleah...one more semester dammit. FUCK I even look forward to going to work because its a break from thinking about school.

Just now in the bath I decided Frida Kahlo is my favorite artist. It is rare for me to even concieve of choosing favorites but now I am fueled by rum and a loneliness which for some reason contributes greatly to my sense of self and decisiveness. It seems to me now that theism and humanism are deluded forms of egoism. The self portrait, which I ( Read more... )

Brian and I went to Surfside the other night and got pleasantly drunk on PBR's. Its the first time I've been out in months! It was a good time had by all. Especially some woman who was tuning 30. She told us not to waste our 20's and learn how to dance...she was dancing not us. Ah sweet twenties half way gone for me and nearly gone for Brian ( Read more... )