It's pretty much been the worst week ever.  Between phone calls that last until 2 am and phone calls that don't come for two days, I'm all frazzled and only about half packed for the move today.  It would've been easier if I thought the housemates would allow me to get stuff out of my room and into, say, the living room, so I could see what still ( Read more... )

Hardest thing I've ever done: breaking up with Eric across six time zones having not seen each other (and having been miserable) for months.  (You've read my creative writing performance piece on this, haven't you ( Read more... )

I check postsecret.com every Sunday.  Most of my secrets have already shown up, though I've never mailed anything in.  I bought the first book today, because I deserved to know that other people feel the same, even if they only say it on a postcard.

Under my sweatshirt and jeans, I'm dressed like a hooker.  Regular tights, though, not fishnets.  And I haven't put the makeup on yet.  That comes right before class with Todd.  In which I recite my monologue.  Playing a hooker named B.  All I have to do is take off the sweatshirt and trade in the jeans for the skirt Karen and I picked out.  Karen' ( Read more... )

Today was the first day I ate in the caf since the end of sophomore year.  I did the Senior Survey in order to get a meal ticket, since I don't really have any food at home, definitely none that interest me or tempt my palate.  So I did the survey and got the meal ticket and ate with Lenya and Karen.  And now I'm brainstorming for my next longer ( Read more... )

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I've been deleting old entires after cutting and pasting them into Word so I can print out a journal from the past however long.  And I've gotten through more than 100 of the entries, but some of the stuff ... causes me to wonder how much we're allowed to edit when it comes to our own lives ( Read more... )

I had a great one-liner realization earlier, but now I can't remember it.  I sit here sifting through my day:

~ turning in my 12 page story for class, all 5 copies of it.

~ getting through German, which for some reason felt really long (oh hey, that was it!  Here's the gem:

An A seems perfect, until you realize someone else got a better A.

I'll ( Read more... )

You know how Jack gets eaten in the end of the first film?  By a monster whose name gets spelled pretty much how you want to spell it?  Kracken, maybe?

I prefer "the Kraken."  It looks harsher that way.  Because see?  He looks harsh:


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I am a mess.

As I pulled into the driveway, I thought, "This is the last time I'm going to park Jack here."  And then I started crying.  Over a car.

It's also the last time I drove back along Westnedge: windows rolled down, sun roof open, music blasting, singing along at the top of my lungs.  The way I used to go back from Eric's house all the time, ( Read more... )