So, okay, sometimes I’m such a girl. I’m been under a lot of stress lately and I just wanted to do something new, something different, something unique, startling…and so I decided to do something to my hair. Sick, huh? This morning I stopped by Curl Up and Dye — not a bad…
If anyone reads this blog, I must sound like a lunatic. I’m not saying what I wrote yesterday wasn’t true, but I’m not a nutcase. Really. You know, I’ve always reacted strongly to events. I’ve always ranted. But normally it’s all just noise and bluster because I’m scared or alone. Sure,…
I don’t want to talk about my week. My life’s a mess. Maybe my mom’s right, maybe I’m screwed up. Maybe I’m can’t get over what happened. I can’t even talk about it here, and, really, who’s reading this? No one I’ll ever see. So here it goes. I’m just going…
She didn’t like it. She brought her up again. I’m going to find an apartment.
I handed three chapters to my mom last night. “I wanted you to read the beginning of my book.” It was difficult to hand over the pages. I’d pored over them time and again before that, but I was certain there were still some typos. She looked genuinely impressed. Or shocked,…
I apologize to all those search engine bots that check my site. I’ll try to update regularly. I’m sure you’ve missed my lovely wit. Actually, I’ve been doing some pen and paper writing. I’ve decided I’m going to prove my mom wrong, so I’m trying to get a couple chapters…
Labor Day weekend. Yippee. (Can’t you feel the love?) Actually, it wasn’t too bad. I think I’m just using my sarcasm out of habit. My dad’s family came over Sunday for a cook-out and Monday dad and I re-stained the deck. I have five cousins, but they’re all younger. I…
Mom and I fought again last night. She doesn’t listen to what I say. I say the same thing every time and she doesn’t understand. So she, the judge and jury, accuses me. She points her finger at me and says, “So, what are you going to do with yourself,…
This week I’ve: Beaten Chrono Trigger again. (I love that game.) Rearranged my room. Eaten too many Oreos. So good with milk. Re-read Anne of Green Gables. Haven’t read it in years. Still good. I think I’d look better with red hair. Watched the DNC. Rented and watched The Painted…
Well, I’m hungry and I’m sick of pizza pockets. Not much else going on. Just the usual–you know, a general discontent with the world that sometimes rises to disgust and other times ebbs to apathy. Mom’s been mostly civil to me. She says she understands. She’s been saying that for…
After yesterday’s post, I tried to calm myself down. I get really worked up thinking about it, because it’s like I’ve committed the unpardonable sin. “For God hath laid higher education on the hearts of men, and woe to he who listeneth not, for the fires of ignorance shan’t be quenched…
College has officially started. I’m officially not there. You’d think this was a free country, what, with all the flag-waving and Extra Value meal choices, but apparently only idiots don’t go off to college. And therefore, logically, I am a bonafide idiot, complete with my UnMensa card and slobber rag….