December 2011
14 posts
If it’s possible to have to most romantic night of your life while incapable of holding food down, with a fever that must have been 110 degrees, and with a splitting headache and horrible cramps, then last night was the most romantic night of my life.
It didn’t really matter how bad I felt (except for the part where I couldn’t eat), because there was a beautiful dinner and...
that excited feeling of anticipation for the future and for all the wonder and unknowns I have yet to face and all the mixed fear and love and hope and curiosity all jumbled in my tummy
or maybe I’m still a little nauseous and delirious from yesterday who can say
geometricity:
facing an uncomfortable moral obligation to reconnect with particular parts of my life that i never wanted to acknowledge again.
sigh.
If you mean school work,
(you probably don’t)
then I know what you mean.
I miss the days when I would get Christmas money and say “wow! I could buy anything right now!”
Because right now, I’m looking at my $275 of Christmas gift money and the images going through my head are not shopping sprees for cute undies, shoes, or clothing, not concert or movie tickets, or date nights.
I’m thinking: Text books, uniform for clinicals, subway pass,...
My boyfriends mom is so nice to me. It makes me feel like a good person.
It’s nice to be wanted, cared for and loved by a whole second family.
Which is a phrase I have not yet used or thought of, but I suppose in a way Jakes family is my second family.
That makes me feel very loved.
Merry Christmas, right? This is going to be the best holiday in a long time.
I would %100 prefer to be making Christmas presents over sitting here trying to philosophize and defend my philosophical views of which I have very few solid ones.
I am never taking a philosophy class again.
My father is rolling over in his grave.
which is a very weird and unpleasant saying.
When it’s one of those days where every sound grates your nerves, and everyone is too close, or too far away, and nothing sounds like fun, and even sex is an inconvienence to your miserable laziness, when your sweater’s to tight, too hot, too rough, without it you’ll freeze and socks just don’t cut it, and when going out is a hassle, and staying home makes you sick, and...
haha. I guess I’m a college student now, gettin into bars and getting pretty near drunk on a friday night
however, i feel like a moron. If tipsy is this stupid i really dont ever want to be drunk.
but why can’t I just own all the pretty dresses in the world?
pieces, distraction, etc.: Quit my job... →
casimirpulaskiday:
Quit my job volunteering at the retirement home. It was making me too sad; I had begun to dread it. There were times when I really enjoyed it, but it killed me to see so many people unhappy in one place. One of the residents told me that “nothing [was] interesting anymore”. One of them started…
I have been volunteering at a nursing home since I was 14, and I know...
