So I'm stuck in boring ass Houston for the ultimate drinking holiday of the year. My brother's friend has a sister my age but I don't know where she is so it looks like I'm stuck with my family tonight.
sigh.
So, I have decided that I'm getting drunk tonight if I go out tonight or not.
Pass the champagne, grandma.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I'll be home for Christmas...
Even though I can think of about a million other places I would rather be. I mean, family is awesome but coming back home after living with endless freedom and only being bound by your own judgement doesn't seem to get any easier.
For one, I would like to sleep into the afternoon in peace. Without my mother coming to remind that it's almost noon, or searching for towels or whites to throw in with the load of laundry she's pretending to do. She works at home, so she gets away with that kind of thing.
There's also really nothing to do here. No friends, we live in the suburb to end all suburbs and I'm a broke college kid at Christmastime. So at home I stay.
I wanna be in California. Not stupid Texas. Even though I truly plan on hunting down my favorite blogger, Jenny, while I'm here. She hilarious, check her out at thebloggess.com.
Maybe tonight will be the one night since I've gotten home that I'll go to sleep before the sun comes up. That would be cool.
But in happier news, my grandparents will be here on Monday night. They were supposed to be here last night but they missed their flight so I have to wait. Which was depressing, and gave my mother 3 more days to be a cleanliness warrior fully armed with shamwows and lemon pledge. someone save me.
I gotta go find food. How many borders does a girl have to cross to get some decent Mexican food around here?
For one, I would like to sleep into the afternoon in peace. Without my mother coming to remind that it's almost noon, or searching for towels or whites to throw in with the load of laundry she's pretending to do. She works at home, so she gets away with that kind of thing.
There's also really nothing to do here. No friends, we live in the suburb to end all suburbs and I'm a broke college kid at Christmastime. So at home I stay.
I wanna be in California. Not stupid Texas. Even though I truly plan on hunting down my favorite blogger, Jenny, while I'm here. She hilarious, check her out at thebloggess.com.
Maybe tonight will be the one night since I've gotten home that I'll go to sleep before the sun comes up. That would be cool.
But in happier news, my grandparents will be here on Monday night. They were supposed to be here last night but they missed their flight so I have to wait. Which was depressing, and gave my mother 3 more days to be a cleanliness warrior fully armed with shamwows and lemon pledge. someone save me.
I gotta go find food. How many borders does a girl have to cross to get some decent Mexican food around here?
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Emotional rollercoaster
My love life is to topsy turvy right now...
I feel like soon I'm gonna have to make a decision, a decision that I don't think I can make. It's far too hard.
On the one hand, there's my first. Who I love, but has been so hurt in the past that he can't seem to give me the emotional support and intimacy that I need. So many times he's hurt me and now that I've moved on, he suddenly wants to act like he cares. It's fucking with my mental. Because all along, I knew that the good boyfriend was in him, but he could never fully show it to me. Until now. and it sucks.
The man I've moved on to. Amazing. He's sweet, and caring and attentive. Sounds like the obvious choice right? well, physically, we aren't all the way there. It's not working and I'm not happy. I miss sex with the first, but I can't deal with the hurting and the confusion and the guessing. With #2 there isn't any guessing. He's into me and I know it.
And the part of the whole situation that kills me the most is the fact that there's a third party now. there's no way that we're getting out of this mess with nobody hurt. And I just wish #1 could have come to his senses before I got involved.
I don't know what to do.
I feel like soon I'm gonna have to make a decision, a decision that I don't think I can make. It's far too hard.
On the one hand, there's my first. Who I love, but has been so hurt in the past that he can't seem to give me the emotional support and intimacy that I need. So many times he's hurt me and now that I've moved on, he suddenly wants to act like he cares. It's fucking with my mental. Because all along, I knew that the good boyfriend was in him, but he could never fully show it to me. Until now. and it sucks.
The man I've moved on to. Amazing. He's sweet, and caring and attentive. Sounds like the obvious choice right? well, physically, we aren't all the way there. It's not working and I'm not happy. I miss sex with the first, but I can't deal with the hurting and the confusion and the guessing. With #2 there isn't any guessing. He's into me and I know it.
And the part of the whole situation that kills me the most is the fact that there's a third party now. there's no way that we're getting out of this mess with nobody hurt. And I just wish #1 could have come to his senses before I got involved.
I don't know what to do.
Monday, December 15, 2008
It's been awhile
one of the reasons is because finals have been kicking my lightskinned ass. But now they're over and I couldn't be happier. Now I'm in Houston with my family and it's amazing. My grandparents get her on Friday, and I can't freakin' wait. I love love love them!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
have you ever wondered...
if artists just did whatever the fuck they wanted and it never really meant anything and art critics have gotten into the habit of trying to figure shit out and the artist is just like, "I put that pig there because bacon is delicious and I fucking love pigs" but people are referencing Animal Farm and Socialism and THE MAN then the artist is just like, "WTF"?
ALSO.
I was watching Taboo the other night about coming of age ceremonies and on the island of Vanuatu the men jump off a huge tower with vines tied to their ankles and plummet face down toward the Earth and they think that this is the origin of modern day bungee jumping and they tell this flowery story of how the tradition originated with some guy trying to kill his wife and she climbed up a tree and tied vines to her ankles and he went up the tree to totally murk that bitch but she jumped and he followed but he wasn't cool and didn't have vines tied to his ankles so he went SPLAT and whatnot when he hit the ground and nowadays the men build a huge tower* and jump off that shit to symbolize that they will never be tricked again(which to me is odd because if it were me I would have the women jump but without the vines to teach their asses a damn lesson).
*In this episode, the tower actually fell and killed a NatGeo camera man and a few of the men who were yet to jump. Which was totally not funny.
ALSO.
I was watching Taboo the other night about coming of age ceremonies and on the island of Vanuatu the men jump off a huge tower with vines tied to their ankles and plummet face down toward the Earth and they think that this is the origin of modern day bungee jumping and they tell this flowery story of how the tradition originated with some guy trying to kill his wife and she climbed up a tree and tied vines to her ankles and he went up the tree to totally murk that bitch but she jumped and he followed but he wasn't cool and didn't have vines tied to his ankles so he went SPLAT and whatnot when he hit the ground and nowadays the men build a huge tower* and jump off that shit to symbolize that they will never be tricked again(which to me is odd because if it were me I would have the women jump but without the vines to teach their asses a damn lesson).
*In this episode, the tower actually fell and killed a NatGeo camera man and a few of the men who were yet to jump. Which was totally not funny.
Monday, November 24, 2008
oops.
ok. so I was totally wrong about Gary Busey being Kenicky. Jeff Conway is Kenicky. Gary Busey played Buddy Holly. Now I realize why at some points during Celebrity Rehab I was so damn confused... like in the first hour of The Departed. Matt Damon and Leo DiCaprio look freakishly similar.
omg.
so i'm in this strange place and the icky roommie cleaned today so that was good but my head is going crazy and my body is doing weird things and I don't know what the hell is going on with me and I think I'm getting depressed and I told my bff how I'm basically a 20 year old spinster that is doomed to own 38 cats and become a hoarder and by the time I'm 25 I'm gonna have my very own NBC special featuring some distinguished reporter like Lisa Ling about hoarding cat ladies and they'll come in and I'll be wearing a muu muu because I'm a spinster as mentioned before and they're gonna take away my cats because the whole living situation is unsanitary and gross and of course the cats could die in the hoarded clutter and I threaten to kill myself because my cats and 'Days of Our Lives' is all I live for and then they bring Oprah in because Oprah is the queen of getting to the root of people's feelings and by the end of my segment on 60 Minutes I'm healed and they make me over and give me a whole new look but I'm still single and they took my cats so the cycle is doomed to repeat itself and it's just a big mess.
omg. I need therapy.
omg. I need therapy.
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