My life has been a whirlwind the past few weeks. This semester is going to be hard, or rather, a lot of work. Drawing isn’t that bad, except I hate details. but I’m getting better, and trying to stay optimistic.
My love life is a big ball of crap. I hate the idea of love, I hate the idea of giving someone all of me, and every time I fall for anyone they either don’t feel the same, or it ends up badly. I just hate the idea of love. It doesn’t help that from what I can tell of the average college boys lifestyle, it’s all playin and hooking up. I can’t handle that. I have to be the princess. I’m thinking about being single for a long, long time.
I’ve been listening to a lot of new music. Most of it is Sinatra, but I also like the song “Buddy Holly” by Weezer, especially in the past 24 hours.
I’m getting my cartilage pierced.
and I am really sleepy.
I wish all my friends from home could come up here, because down there it’s okay to be wacky and ridiculous. Up here, if you’re ridiculous, people look at you like you’re nuts.
I wish I could find some ridiculous people here. We’d go great together. :)
what would possess someone to want to drink to the point that they can’t remember the night at all, and to the point that they are puking their guts out the next day. I think puking is my least favorite activity ever. like, EVER.
There was a long period of time in which I didn’t know that I had the ability to love anyone. It happened after Jeff, and it was there for such a long time. and even if I didn’t love him, I didn’t know how to love anyone else.
and then I came home, and my ability to love people kind of came back.