well this year so far... i dont know how to describe it. (and by year, i mean starting in last july.)

a lot of things have changed, a lot of things have stayed the same.  yet still i feel like i'm in limbo--between two worlds i don't necessarily belong in.  i have lots of confessions to make, lots of people to yell at, a few accomplishments, several digressions, possibly several improvements. 

i would really like to start writing in my journal daily and telling it all my secrets.  when they're inside me, i feel insane.  someone or something should know about me.

but really though, this has been the busiest semester of my life. 

I am taking 16 hours, have a 10 hr/week internship, work 20 hrs/week at Anthro, and about 10 hrs/week at Gap.  I am still poor as hell!  my car is about to break, so if anyone is selling theirs and it's a good car, let me know... or if you know where to get a good cheap one.

this summer i am going to move to new jersey with my friends, erin, matt.  erin and i are going to be the tour managers for our matt (http://myspace.com/dragstrem).  and it's going to be awesome.  i need a new car by then though because Passatt is not making it to New Jersey, sadly.  I mean, I could try, but it's pretty much a guaranteed breakdown after about 2 hours. 

I hope everyone's life is going OK.  I miss you all :)

update on my life for no one that reads this:

i am really stressed out about a few things.  i just moved into a house about 2 weeks ago across from campus (villa pl. off of wedgewood) with alex, grace, and shannon.  it's a really cool house, but people seem to think they can do whatever they want to it...like breaking bottles in the bathroom and just leaving them there.  or breaking our window.  or throwing a breaking bottles against the wheel of our neighbors car (land rover) across the street.  it's a nice big house though.  i have a cool room.  in my opinion. 

i just got a job at Anthropologie a few weeks ago so i no longer work at the gap..  i miss it though.  i miss my managers and stuff.  not really so much the working there thing, plus i get $1. @ anthro than i did @ gap.  it just really shows me how many rich wasteful people there are in this town.  like people spending $1600 on clothes and kitchen towels.  i mean, whatever though.  spend your money how you want i guess. or your husband's. 

i also just got an internship at lightning 100 radio station.  hopefully it will be fun and i will get something out of it.  sadly i'm not getting paid but i think it will be good experience and i will get more familiar with music, labels, shows, and everything else.

i guess i'll go continue to sweep up the glass and what not in my house.

where my true friends at?

other than not existing...

i'm just kidding.  i have true friends.  but some untrue ones as wellllll.  too bad.

i'm leaving thursday.  finally..  bad timing, terrorists.  but i'm still coming.  erin's not.  but jessie is. (?)

if there is anyone who is not 21 when i am, i will still be your friend.  i won't think that i am too good for you.  and if you're ever leaving on a month trip and there is a good possibility i won't see you again because i will be moving back to texas before you get back, i will say goodbye to you and not avoid the situation.  and if you've worked for me for two years, i will give you more than an annual 25 cent raise.  because that is how the world should work.  k?

Things are peculiar.  (I was going to say that Life is peculiar, but that's a given.)

I am trying to get a list of things done (unpack my stuff, read Harry Potter 5, do some work for my London courses) but, in between catching up with the Dawson's Creek eps I TiVoed, this one thought keeps entering my mind.  And that's all it is... a thought.  There are no feelings to accompany the thought.  This is how it all begins.  The thoughts.  And I can't let that happen now.  I would just like to do a little fast-forwarding to prove to myself that Gaston and LaFou proved in Beauty and the Beast

(if you will please remember:

"The wheels in my head have been turning..."

"A dangerous pasttime"

"I know"

anyway, that's probably enough Disney quoting)

So I wrote this short prose story that was published in the Belmont Literary Journal (on sale at Davis Kidd..), and I think I have the perfect end for it.  Now that it's published, now is obviously when I would construe an ending, but you know.  That's the way love goes. 

Moral of the story.  Don't be a lazy bum and sit on the couch for 3 hours watching Dawson's Creek when you could be reading an age old tale and fantasizing about Ron Weasley...I mean.....Professor Snape...I MEAN...shut up