things that are hard:

accidentally snorting cake up your nose.
and saying goodbye to so many people at once.

i swear to god, i'm going to go crazy if i keep waking up with camp songs stuck in my head after having nightmares about pregnant ladies and babies. 

I've spent the last couple of nights being a creepy internet stalker and searching out facebook albums of people I know who have been to asia.  I've been glancing and looking and trying to get a sense of what is about to come in less than two months, but mainly the visions and ideas of what is to come just keep getting more cloudy.  After working ( Read more... )

So there are these boys who live in the downstairs apartment and they are all ok people.  They are mainly friends with Lizzie and Maria and not me for a variety of reasons.   I'll just give you a quick snapshot picture of why these kids maybe act a little strange around me:

- the first time we really interacted I walked up to Tom.  "Do you have any ( Read more... )

my birthday was full of me feeling old and strange with a new grown-up age.  after work, lizzie and i came home and promptly watched stomp the yard, which was amazing, but not nearly as amazing as how to deal.  afterwards, we trekked over to giordano's and had us some delicious spinach deep-dish pizza, saw some whirling dervishes, and ended the ( Read more... )

Ok, so now that livejournal has finished declaring its war on my apartment and is now working again, I can fully resume all internet-stalking and self-indulgent tendencies once again.  my life is almost complete ( Read more... )

you know what's not therapeutic? gardening. i hate that shit. 

my last, i don't know, eight? hours has been weird.  i saw shelby and hilary for the first time in a year plus dani rewerts, who graduated with them but it also the little sister of a guy i graduated with from high school.  anyway, we did a mini st. johns bar crawl which is great because almost all of the bars in st. johns happen to be concentrated ( Read more... )

When you're in school you always think about how unstable life is.  You move into a new place every nine months, there's the uncertainty of summer jobs/activities, and then there's the uncertainty of school work and the direction your life wants to take.  None of that compares the weekend you graduate and the move back home.

Graduation was nice.  I ( Read more... )

an ode to being completely histronic and melodramatic - i can't remember a time when i have felt this sad and this incapacitated with bouts of melancholy.

graduation sucks.