Where do you begin when you're telling a story about something that never happened? Cut to the chase, revel the punch line, and expose the lesson? What if the lesson isn't what it's supposed to be and the good guy doesn't win? What if the moral to the story left you in a lonlier world? Would you still want to hear the story ( Read more... )

I have a story to write, it's about the greatest love story that never happened. About the ending of a chapter of life that you  never began reading. I have a story about someone losing something they never got their hands but could always hold it close. I know a good story that's the most tragic love story that has never been told.

I love this picture of me :) I'm all mortal combatty!

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First diagnosis is an infection of sorts. Prescribed Z-Pack for 5 days, if not gone then holla at them again. Luckily I have an appointment in 5 days on account of my skin looking like a teenage boy who is in puberty. Yay adult zits & throat infections!

On the 4th of July I woke up with pain on my tonsils which I first figured was from smoking the night before. The next day the pain was still there but it began to be familiar pain, the pain I get when I have a swollen spot on my tonsil. No biggie that comes and goes in a few days. Today I woke up, pain still there but I decided to have a glace in ( Read more... )

Tuesday Workout 1:  100 flights in real life! Went to Ventura Beach parking structure. 1 story = 10 stairs, according to the stair mill at my gym so I've been using that as my base count. Up to the top was 64 or so steps. Went up that thing 17 times = 102 stories. Also, went down them 102 times. That was the killer. Also, stair mills 10x easier ( Read more... )

And not a lot of people know this. The day of my graduation my mom believes she OD'ed on meds: xanax, oxycodon, trazodone...the day after graduation she wanted to hurt herself. Spent the next few days bouncing between 5150, psychiatric wards, and finally landed at Vista del Mar hospital. I got to check my mom in to an acute care unit for detox/ ( Read more... )

There's a reason I started writing in my LJ again besides that I have time now.
The time has finally come. Things have gotten worse. Way worse.
There's a hurt so deep inside me I can't feel it, but I know it's there.
It's bitter. Pained. Resentful.

And it has a long story behind it.
To be continued....

My final senior semester, let me 'splain....no, there is too much, let me sum up:

I had a hellacious semester that, quite frankly, I hardly remember because it was so busy.

I've put on 12 pounds thanks for stationary life at the end of the semester and because I was so busy I couldn't cook for myself. I went to Utah, presented my research, climbed up ( Read more... )