I came home today for the summer.

Today was miserable from the first moment.

It took forever to pack my stuff. I skipped Torrey graduation, and I was supposed to join the rest of the sophomores and receive a pin as part of some ceremony for something or other. I talked with my mom way too long and she was kind of nagging. I had the worst attitude ( Read more... )

This is how it works:
You're young until you're not,
You love until you don't,

You try until you can't,

You laugh until you cry,
You cry until you laugh--
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath.

No, this is how it works:
You peer inside yourself,
And you take the things you like
And try to love the things you took.
And then you take that ( Read more... )

This weekend has just been so rough ( Read more... )

Listening to Clarity kind of makes me sad. Its lyrics are still idealized in my mind, just like they were five years ago. I still love it. It still makes me have that same lonely feeling.

I wonder, sometimes, that there may be something wrong with me. I wish I weren't so earnest sometimes.

Our black fish is probably pregnant. I've never seen a ( Read more... )

I am sick ( Read more... )

She trudged, wearily, to Jacob’s Well at noon. The empty water jar multiplied her heavy steps in the Middle Eastern, almost-desert sun beat down on her head.

Everyone else had the sense to sleep now, to stay indoors, to avoid this weight of glory. But she had forsaken everyone else long ago, carefully avoiding the mornings and the evenings, the ( Read more... )

When I was a kid, I knew when I did something wrong.

I got that sinking feeling, in the pit of my stomach. Partly from conscience, partly from fear of punishment. I went about the rest of my day as usual, but a little more aloof, a little more distant, hoping that it would wear off eventually. It got to be evening, and still no reprieve from the ( Read more... )

I am very glad to have found my linen pants from two summers ago sitting in my drawer, waiting for another May to bring them out of their hibernation and back into the regular rotation of my wardrobe ( Read more... )

Beachcomber 207 is going to be the place to be next semester. That's 'cos I'm living there ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever feel like I've grown up a bit.

I went back at read my LiveJournal entries from 2004, right around the time I graduated from high school.

It's either really funny because I begin to remember all the inside jokes, or it's complete drivel.

I don't think I would have made it through high school withoutmy LiveJournal.

Thanks ( Read more... )