Dear Ellen Page,

So. I have a secret. I've had a crush on you since seeing the preview for Hard Candy. Even though I knew I couldn't sit and watch the film, I thought you were super cute. You were also really young at the time and I felt kind of like a skeeze (which I am). Of course I've been tracking you on afterellen.com and I have to agree with ( Read more... )

Almost every window in the house has been shoved open, allowing a cross breeze to cool us; for the rest of the U.S., this kind of heat is normal; for us, for Portland--this is bad. I could barely sleep last night, the muggy air irked me.

But the jalapeno lights are on, despite--the heat, that it's the last day of June, that my family has been ( Read more... )

Early May. It doesn't sound as dramatic as mid-May, but it's just as emotional. Then, come to think of it, I, personally, haven't been doing too much of my "cry, cry, cry, cry, whine, whine, whine" these days--not yet, anyway. I guess I'll have to wait for mid-May to do that.

I am done with my college career. I would say I am done with my ( Read more... )

Theoretically, I don't have time to write and post this entry. Theoretically, I don't have time to entertain even the thought of relaxing right now, or of doing something that benefits me and only me. Theoretically ( Read more... )

Whew. Remember when I would post three times a day? I think we're looking at the fourth year... or perhaps even fifth... of this journal and I've certainly lost a lot of the habit ( Read more... )

On Wednesday, the four week anniversary of our relationship, Mairi broke up with me in the rain. "I think I need to be single right now. I'm really fucked up in the head."

On Thursday I saw her while returning something and it was so fucking hard to be in the same vicinity as she; she kept hugging me and I kept crying--I didn't know what to expect, ( Read more... )

Ohgoodness ( Read more... )

So. Scotland ( Read more... )

It's not a problem, really. Not a problem, just one of those things that causes me worry (which of course is most of the things I do in life, but whatever). This is premature worry too, yet I worry anyway. The anticipation of heartbreak is one of my fortes.

The situation: Baret and I are just a big question mark. We talk once a week, sometimes more ( Read more... )

My hair has grown too long for my liking. The question is, how many pounds am I willing to pay for a trim? Especially when the exchange rate is a pound for two dollars. Sad, sad times.

I am in the business of beginnings, but I feel, even with the amount of beginnings that have been happening, all events were set in motion long ago. This is not a ( Read more... )