I have a Mom, a Step-father, three brothers (one older), and a half-sister.
Never at dusk
Taurus (April 20 - May 20)
Live at the dorm
Just read the profile and my blog, and you'll get a good idea of what I'm about, and probably a better idea than if I tried to tell you what I think I'm about.
Boys (how original); chocolate; books; good music; England; accents; ice cream; nice strangers; seeing plays for fun; movies; Harry Potter and general children's fantasy; adaptions; Starbucks double shot espresso in a can (yum!); Entertainment Weekly; feeling like I look good; sharing a book that I enjoyed with someone else; comics, esp. Bloom County but plenty others
smoking; close-minded people; abortion; anyone having to suffer; selfish-ness; ignorance; the need for money; violence; ultra revealing clothes; often, just people in general; waiting in lines
regularly scheduled program
Sorry. Here's an update: everything is crap. I have no consistent feelings about anything. I really hate being home. I had a temporary job and now its over and I've got to get up off my ass and get another one, if only to get me out of the house (money is nice, too). Uh, I don't deserve any friends if I still have any. I talk entirely too much about myself. I'm sure I'm driving Matt crazy. I seem to be trying to convince him to dump me, go figure, for whatever reason. Maybe cuz I'm sure he will eventually. And I wish someone could just slap me. Oh, and my mom and step-father are getting...
its just another day
Yesterday was weird. I got a call from a withheld number from someone asking for a Christy. I told her she had the wrong number, but the number was right. She had my last name, too, and knew my home address. Actually, she knew what my street was. I thought maybe she wanted Chris, but she said it was definitely a girl. She was calling about a job application, and I thought my Mom had applied me for this job, so I told her I was still in school for another two weeks and she said she'd call back then and I could do an interview. Then I e-mailed my Mom and asked why she hadn't given me a...
i can't get up
I missed French. Again. And then I missed my meeting with my advisor. Brilliant work on my part. When things get bad, they get worse. Talked to Matt during lunch, and that went the expected route. I'm getting the feeling like things would be so much easier if I had never met him. Not the nicest thought, but what can I say? I just don't know what to do. I want to get on with my life so I can try to think of other things besides myself. I'm so unnecessarily harsh on myself aren't I? I should have tried harder for my audition, but I just let my anxiety tell me what to do. Can I really choose...