it's nice to know that for some people i'm not just another passing face. to a certain extent, that's all i want.

i think what i'm doing is making things better.
but then again, i don't really know exactly what i'm doing.

and quite possibly, it's all in my head.

comments?  for what it's worth, mrs stewart loved it.

He didn’t even hesitate as he told me, “Now my brother is in jail, but he has sent me this medication since I can no longer afford the doctor that treated me for my epilepsy.” Through the decay of yellowed, crooked teeth and unshaven facial hair, this man was unraveling his life story. This was ( Read more... )

i feel like a living, breathing mood swing. i'm so done feeling like this.

 my heart keeps breaking over and over. i need to stop.

please give me feedback. i was trying to write an essay for english and possibly a college application essay, but i'm not sure if it really says anything to anyone besides me, or people who don't know me super well. what could i add to make it more application essay-ish, if at all possible?

My life is changing and it is the exact same feeling. It ( Read more... )

saturday went as follows:

while visiting whitman, my backpack and ipod were stolen.

i dropped my new phone in the toilet at starbucks.

kevin yoakum broke up with me for the third (and almost definately last) time.

ikea is so glorious. i don't know why i would ever go anywhere besides ikea.
my collection of strange black and white posters/photographs grew today with the addition of two pictures: one of a man in a tux ice skating with a platter of glasses in his left hand and another of a whole bunch of people sitting in a car that says yosemite on it at the ( Read more... )

i really really hate group projects. i am probably going to dbe screwed in the real world because i really really don't like working in groups. but, really, copying straight from sparknotes, people? come on ( Read more... )

so i was in the bathroom and saw the most recent issue of martha stewart living and on the front, accompanied by some red flowers, were the words "relaxing into summer."
oh the naivety of those pesky martha stewart types!!

the relief is immense.