I'm wearing my Less Than Jake concert t-shirt on which makes me very happy. I out drank three marines....*giggle*

So in Biology eventually you must broach the subject of sexual reproduction my thirty-something professor decided that she would also wake up the male population of VCU's biology department. while exploring the anatomy of the male and female reproductive organs she imediately told the class to be absolutely silent and in the most serious tone I've ( Read more... )

Today was really tiring ( Read more... )

The last few days has been this increadible mixture of good and bad but no in betweens ( Read more... )

I really wanted to go home this weekend. All of my friends are going home and I just feel so alone here anyway, especially now. As it turns out I'm going to leave Saturday around 11pm with KTB I have to bring my car back down as much of a pain as that is I'm going to keep it here until finals so I can move myself out because Mom's going to be on a ( Read more... )

Most of my problems right now are centered around all of the changes in my family. I'm still mourning the loss of my Papa whom I never really said goodbye to. I'm mourning the loss of my family as I have know it for the entirety of my life. I'm dealing with my father's family who believe that my Mother is a devil who destroyed his life. I'm getting ( Read more... )

I feel strangely at peace now that Michael and I have had a talk. He says that we might get to talk again in a month or so. It almost makes me wish he hadn't dangled food infront of me and then said not only will I not give it to you but I'll let you wait for another month and tease you again. I'm just numb.

I'm tourturing myself. Everytime I read an entry I want to talk to him, I want o e-mail him. Whenever I see that I've missed a call I find myself holding my breath praying to God that it's him. Even if he just called to tell me how much he hates me he called and I'll hear his voice. I see he's on im and I keep starting a message and then closing ( Read more... )

I'm sick of all these tears. I want to stop or I want to die.

I hate that I find myself thinking wow Michael would love this, He would find this so funny. I hate that I get out of class and have some kind of big good news and want so badly to tell him. Every fiber of my being wants to talk to him, every fiber of my being says that this situation between us isn't right. This isn't, no! I know he says he doesn' ( Read more... )