Three years with Ian down the drain.
Too bad.
For him, I mean.
He's in a brigg.
I'm back on the market.
But I guess I'll just stay alone for a while,
Get my head on straight or something.
So, you chiquitas in love or whatever:
Don't make your man your life.
Once he's gone you won't have shit left.

I'm coming home.

IAN IS COMING FOR LABOR DAY WEEKEND!

Woot.

I'm so happy.

South Florida is just a more expensive, sweatier, Virginia Beach.
I have yet to meet anybody.
I hate racism.
I hate people who force religion upon others.
I miss my friends.
I miss my hubby.

Well, that went fucking swell.
I go to Spanish River starting tomorrow, or maybe Monday.
Turns out they redistricted
and somehow my name squandered through the system
and they caught it
AFTER I STARTED SCHOOL THERE.
Rawesome.

Team Sports II
Journalism V
Chemistry I
TV Production I
Then swim "try outs" until five.
Tomorrow:
American History Honors
Algebra II Honors
AP English
And more "try outs."
They say if you don't drown, you have a good chance of making the team.
They also told me to eat more bananas and ibuprofen.
Rad.

By running to Florida,
I have broken bonds that I never thought would break,
taken on more than I can handle with school and work,
and given up all of my alone time
to be with Greeks that my father married into,
thus bettering myself.
Comment if you even read this shit anymore.