December 2008
I got into my first car accident, today. It was a safe one and nobody was hurt. I rear-ended the lady in front of me because the ice prevented me from stopping.
My ass must be a lucky one because my clean driving record just got me an inpedement and a fine. No points. No court date. Just $100 and repairs for Little Black, the vibe.
Nonetheless… I can’t calm down.
Eh...
Now, I consider the fact that I might have possibly overreacted a little at the departure of Johnathon from Rasputina, and will probably revoke my original challenge of a cello rock band duel. Let’s face it: I’ve played cello since 6th grade and now in my freshman year of college I’ve chosen to go on a music hiatus. Ms. Creager has studied cello throughout her life and has made...
“A word has been wanted from me on Mr. TeBeest’s departure. I requested...”
– Godfreakingdamnation. Probably my very favorite addition to Rasputina of all time…
Melora Creager, I swear to God, if you are some kind of vile bitchy vampire lady who managed to turn Johnathon away from something so beautiful to something so treacherous, I will denounce your band and create...
Nothing
I’ve done nothing today. Absolutely nothing except watch ‘Heroes’.
If this continues, I’ll continue to spiral down. I can feel the tears welling again every time I look in a mirror or poke my sides. I work out, I do cardio, I try and eat well (holidays have not been helping in that department). But the paranoia remains, and the reflection in the mirror remains.
I just...
Oi
My stomach feels like it’s going to burst. I have to get up early tomorrow. My room is an absolute catastrophe. I’m exhausted.
But the reasons behind all of the above:
I ate a lot of delicious food and had a wonderful evening with my Dad’s side of the family. I am going to a movie tomorrow morning with my dear old friends. My room is always a catastrophe, it would be more...
I have lost the Christmas Spirit.
This is rather bizarre.
Seasons Tidings
I think I enjoy Christmas Eve more than Christmas itself. I enjoy the family traditions and the food and the love.
Balderdash tonight. Whortle all around.
For a very long time, I thought I had nothing left—friendwise—back home. And then I went out with Parkie and remembered the wisdom and love that never dies. At least with some people.
I ended a lot back home, most of it who I used to be. I feel like I’ve changed a lot in only a few months. What a relief it was today to talk to someone who also feels like she’s changed....
It occurs to me that my relationships (friend-wise) all feel on the tip of a knife. Maybe it is just me being insecure. Or maybe I’m finally on to something. And that no matter what, eventually I’ll curl back into the place of the token leftover that every happy joyous social group needs.
I just want to be kept and not be left behind. It happens at every corner.
On the bright side,...
I believe I am a popcorn addict.
That, or… no, there is no or. I’m a popcron addict.
Though, today is not the day to be a popcorn addict. Miyako’s in the eve. Japanese family-style steakhouse. I should be saving my stomach for deliciousness.
Ah well. Life is short. ‘Tis the season. New Year’s Resolutions will save all.
The first major snow of the east side of Michigan. And I am excited to be a part of it. Sort of. Looking outside and seeing the mass downfall of flakes is rather pretty; seeing it accumulate to about half my height (and I’m 5’ 1”) is a little unsettling. Even before the snow started last night, I got stuck in traffic for two hours because of a fatal car accident (we believe). I...
Trapped
I am trapped upstairs listening to the cleaning people clean my house. I’ll give it another half hour before I descend downstairs. A right exciting day of breakfast and Christmas shopping. It should be nice to get away from the knitting for a while (seeing as I had to start over… again…).
It snowed last night, and finally it looks like the winter season again. Makes me very...
Let Go?
I’m decidedly sick of high school drama, and yet I find that I’ve still managed to cause a little this semester. That’s rather tragic. And slightly human. Nonetheless, I think it’s a horribly nasty habit and it should be discarded of completely. While we still have to get past Christmas, I already have a New Year’s Resolution (because unlike the battle of Thanksgiving...
I think I’ve knit for an accumulative five hours today.
I fear people will begin to believe that I have no life. They may be correct.
Hello there
If my life were a drawing, the shadows would be cross-hatched. Everything would be black and white and our footfalls would leave ink trails. We still couldn’t draw everything perfectly, but we could make sketches and dreams. Would we be happy? Are we happy now? All a drawn-out life is is a copy of what life is now.
Except we can swtitch to pencil and erase details that could stand to be...
