So. I took up running about a month ago. Just because my friend and I have kind of fallen into that "out-of-shape" end of the spectrum and are having a difficult time with it. (She is a former gymnast/coke addict, I was borderline eating-disorder and went to the gym daily last year).

The first time we went was nice, we ran through a cemetary in ( Read more... )

So. My father wants to move to California.

And wouldn't you know it I am angry and jealous and sad.

One of those, "don't know what you've got until it's gone" type of deals.

Life is such a bitch.

 I hate when peope try and get me to model.
It's like, write me a check, then I will be enthusiastic.
Sorry I'm not naive enough to just go with what you're telling me

there is turmoil in my heart and i have no one near or far to help it subside.

i am sad and lonely.
i drink too much.
i sleep too little.
i day  dream of happier times.
i want to be seventeen again.
i want my sugar, painted, falsified past.

 So apparently I am shallow for not sleeping with random boys ( Read more... )

 While the majority of my interests may be scattered internationally (my two best girlfriends are in Florence, my best boyfriend is leaving for Aussi-land, and my love interest resides in Paris) I am finding a renewed joy in life. Which is terribly encouraging considering I have been laboring beneath this veil of unhappiness for the better part of ( Read more... )

 Lately I have been spending a ridiculous amount of time alone. A fact I have lamented for a good solid three or four months ( Read more... )

Today was a day of quiet elegance.
Walpole: Wandering, hot chocolate, cold, bussling silence.
Keene: Rain tinged walks, shadowed galleries, art supplies.
the Interim: enlightening music.

it was a good day.

 This whole situation is killing me. It is a tired cliche but it never ceases to be accurate. New Hampshire kills me. It sucks the inspiration from my bones like a wild dog licking out the marrow. It is a pretty gruesome spectacle needless to say ( Read more... )