Finally...

Thanksgiving and Mimosas

It's always too late when I remember that Thanksgiving and Mimosas would go quite well together. Oh well, next time.

Currently Listening The Dust of Retreat By Margot & the Nuclear So and So's see related

What the heck? Rufus Wainwright is playing at Common Grounds right now and I'm completely not sure if I'm actually awake... or even alive for that matter. I'm so confused. I'm tellin ya... drunk, high and Rufus Wainwright... totally different experiences.

It’s November. Yesterday was hot. Today is cool, mid sixties. I assume this is what New England feels like most of the time, nice, fresh… boring to some. I don’t know.

I’m broke again. I want to say that this happens to me every year. The truth is that I’m just irresponsible and I let this happen to myself all year long. I’m working on it though. I’m trying to change. Change… hmmm. I have money right now but I can’t spend any of it because I have to budget and stuff. That’s ok I guess. I’m not starving or anything. I’ve definitely been hungry but I haven’t figured out if it’s just a desire to eat or a necessity. I don’t know. I assume it’s the former.

School is dumb. I have B’s and A’s in all my classes but I never go to class so that makes me a bad student. Work is the best part of my life. It’s classy and big city like. I guess when I’m there I pretend I’m somewhere else. That’s ok. I need that. I’m thinking about getting another job too. I need the hours (I need the money).

I’m sad, not depressed but sad. I just have nothing going on. It’s pretty dumb. I don’t hate life but I think that thought sometimes. I just hate how things are. I hate that I never have money and I hate that I go to community college and I hate freshmen composition and I hate being alone all the time. I hate a lot of things but I think I have a pretty good attitude about it. I mean, either I’m having a lot of self-control or it’s subtly ruining my life. I assume the latter is true. Anyway, things aren’t bad or anything, just dumb.

It’s always the weather that gives me hope. Things are looking up right now.

Currently Listening Les Choristes By Les Choristes see related

well hello old lover

I don't know why I come to you, Xanga. What you do to me.

Life is insane. I can't even begin to explain it. I just can't. However, I will try.

Brewster, my jeep, is dead. He is dead forever and I'm actually really upset about it. I saw him two days ago. I had to get all my stuff out of him because he's gonna be towed. It was my last time to see him. It was hot and I had no camera. I am very upset about that. I had all these plans in my mind about having a photoshoot with the boy. I would be smoking and wearing all black and I would have a picture of me in various positions inside and outside of him. It would have been great but time has taken it's toll. I'm actually quite upset.

I'm now driving Lucy, my sisters car. Lucy doesn't have air conditioning and I live in Waco where it happens to be 111 degrees at like 10 in the morning. That's not even an exageration. I almost fainted twice yesterday because of the heat. I need to stay hydrated.

I started working at Starbucks last week. Needless to say, I love it and it's perfect. It's getting on my nerves a little and it's tough and takes up alot of time but I don't mind, especially because I'm making money. That's good.

I moved into my house a few days ago. I got to move in earlier than I thought I would which is good. My room still isn't done. All four of us are sleeping in the same room right now. It's fun. I've been getting home really late which I don't like but I can't really do anything about it. I love my roomates and I love my house.

I started classes on Monday. They're fine. It's MCC and I'm only a freshman so it's just nothing very exciting. I have ballet today which should be fun. I have a feeling I'm going to be dying in a few days from ballet class.

Other than that, I'm poor but I'm on my way to financial stability. Things with Dagen and I are not good. I'm pretty scared about that whole thing.

I guess that's about it. Nothing more to say.

Until next time I'm lonely, Xanga. 

Well, today's my last day here at the ol' grind. Ya know what I mean? Last day... I'm counting down the minutes as we speak. 510 minutes to go. It's not as bad as it sounds... yes it is. I don't even know what I'll do. It's like you read for three hours then you stop and ask yourself, "What now?" And that is the question that haunts you.

I'm going to Waco tomorrow, I don't know what I'll be doing there exactly but I think it will be enjoyable. It'll at least be something new in the mix. That will be very nice. I had a weird dream last night about it but I don't know that it's describable. Pretty much what happened was that I was in Waco with my sister, about to leave for Dallas when I realized I had work and couldn't go home. So, we tried to figure out how to get Avery home to Dallas so I could stay and work. After we figured it all out, I realized that I work in Dallas and that the whole thing was now screwed up. It was alot weirder than it just sounded. Oh well.

I saw A Midsummer Nights Dream at CCCC last night. It was really good. I enjoyed it alot. It was way better than Baylor theatre. I was really impressed with some of the actors and the director. There was a talkback after the show which is usually annoying at a student performance but it was also enjoyable to hear the director. She is this eccentric lady who yells alot. She seems really legit too. Anyway, it of course made me think on the theatre once more. How you plague me so, oh theatre. How you plague me so.

My Oklahoma bound friends return home today. I can't wait to see them. I miss them like crazy it's killing me. How wonderful and horrible.

that's all i'm saying for now.

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