Last Night

Last night everyone on my floor was either studying, making a gingerbread house or singing Christmas carols. After all the Christmas stuff ended, there was seemingly nothing more to do except join all the studiers. So I decided to round up people to hangout in the halls. It was Dan, Rohan, Mike, Ashely, and Me with occasional appearances by Drew, Fernando and Andy.

We starting chilling. Then we got hungry and ate the entire gingerbread house. Ashley and I ordered a pizza and devoured it while we watched Home Alone. I ate way too much! OOO and I ate chocolate...

Next year I hope to live with Ashley, Mike, his friend Brad, and Taryn. There's already drama though... that I caused. I'm not used to worrying about stuff like that. My friends back home are not dramatic at all.

For the past week or two, I was feeling pretty home alone myself. It's hard to make best friends here. Ashley and Mike are probably my two very close friends at the moment. Although I think I might end up fucking things up with Mike. Hence: the drama of living together next year.

:D ... Andy thought that his keys got locked in his room, but they were in his chemistry textbook the whole time. Mike even broke is laundry card trying to shimmy the lock.

THE END

Deadbeat Summer

There's definitely beauty in the world. Some waste time finding it in the wrong person.


I'm sorry. I hope you can trust again.

The Drunken Frat Girl Who's Going to Get Fucked

So, I beg you, take it out on me. But, if you ever wonder why I tore your heart apart... just read a little into your anger. If you can't spend more than a few seconds seeing yourself so full of hate and resentment, you'll understand.

Cunt

You don't love me. I'm a cunt. Stop what you're doing. And let me be.

House of Leaves

Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves

moments before the wind

- Mark Z. Danielewski

A Damaged Boy and the Harlot

The walls around you contain
all your bad boy pain
stolen by a kiss
she wont complain.

Her hands hold
the world
of desire;
yours
love.

The harlot is cold
to your touch
dead
to your heart.

She made sure to warn you
before you felt it.

She wont be around to catch you
or wipe your tears.

All your bad boy pain is your own
let her go before she gives you more than you can handle
or she'll have to break another heart with a desirous moan.

The Faces on My Walls

I've been covering my walls with various pictures. There's about 100 at the moment. I haven't done anything creative in awhile. Mostly because I'm such a stress ball. I have 5 exams coming up. I'm actually excited for them if that makes sense. After it's all over, I'll get to go back home. My parents finished my bedroom floor and apparently I have a 40" flat screen waiting for me too :D

I've been watching Skins again. I compare the characters to people in my life. Sid is Greg and Michelle is definitely Kara.


I'm in a random happy moment. I can't think of anything to write and it doesn't bug me.

I found a really simple and beautiful tattoo design a few days ago. It's a dove. I really enjoy symbols of freedom and peace, after all... I am a total hippie. But, seriously, I essentially live my life uninhibited by anything or anyone. I'm not one to be held back I guess. I can be cruel in my fierce independence, and I wish I could avoid hurting people.


I miss my mice. They were so fun and small. Once I have my own house next year, I'm going to get one and name him Dennis. He will be my best friend.