I woke up way to early for work today. Stupid me... but at least I'm ready.

how come i can't get one good nights sleep ( Read more... )

So... today, while studying, I was lying on the floor (I study better, sometimes, like that). When around 6:45 the people down stairs start with their loud-ass, bass-bumping, fucking-ridiculously-high-volumed music. So, as my usual response, when my body bounces, I bounce back. Accordingly I knocked on the floor with my fist. I don't want to go ( Read more... )

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I miss you. I miss you already. I wish you would turn around and come back and stay with me. I cried because I knew I would miss you. I knew that once you were gone I would have to go back to the stressful yet mundane life that I live in absence of you. And I had such a great weekend. When I'm with you I just feel happy, unconditionally happy ( Read more... )

I don't know what I've gotten myself into. I shouldn't have taken these classes. Logic is fine, but research methods?? He asked us several times today what "social science" was... he asked us the definition over, and over, and over... again. Through 3 hours of lecture he did not answer his own question even though we failed to provide a ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here in your computer room and you're not paying a cent of attention to me. But I don't mind at all. I love just being with you. Even if we aren't saying a word to each other. I love that we have this. And I don't think I'd have it any other way. I was just telling you about my schedule next year and it intimidates me. I know I'm ( Read more... )

I wanted to find a PostSecret in my personal archives of them, but I couldn't find one to fit. I called my dad tonight and when he called back he sounded fine. But he mentioned his friend Kenny. Kenny is dying of cancer and I don't think my dad knows how to handle it. He says everything very calmly, probably because he's a "man" and "men don't ( Read more... )

I wanted to be able to update today with something from postsecret... but none of them relate. Usually I can find at least one that I can relate with, but lately there haven't been any like that. And I wonder if it's because I don't really have any secrets anymore. I don't have those secrets that are trying to break out and be heard... ( Read more... )

I wrote on Oct 27th of the year 2005: "I wish I could fly I wish I had a picture of all of my friends I wish I was a little bit taller I wish I was thinner I wish I had stamps, so I could mail out all those letters I wish I could kiss you I wish I could hug you I wish my mother loved me all the time I wish my brother will remember me when my dad ( Read more... )