out of all the people i've come to know, you are the one who i will never understand.

i wonder how you do it.

For Christmas this year, I got the love of my dreams.
And my friends got arrested and charged with kidnapping.
No, wait...
Maybe I should tell those stories seperately.

wow, really?

well, there's a drunk man in my apartment.  and he's not one of my roommates.
and he's going on and on...

oh my.

is it strange for me to like the sounds of sirens wailing every now and then outside my apartment?

i think we've got a rat stuck in the walls.  i'm not exactly sure what to do. i'm kind of hoping that it's a pet that the people upstairs have.

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wait, what?

when is it going to be my turn, anyway?
i've got issues too, y'know.
like ... well, you know.  you get the point.

have you spent enough money to convince them you really are human yet?

and though i've been waiting for this moment for a long time now, i can't help but feel nauseous as i pack my books and clothes into boxes.  i come to realize that i really don't have a lot of things, and that i could probably part with them easily, considering i'm leaving a bunch of things behind.

two more days.

Someone said something to me today that struck me as completely out of the blue, but it did get me wondering, about the things around me.

And on the bus ride home, I began to think even more about it.

If I died, would you really miss me?  Or would you miss me because you felt obligated to, because you were my friend?
 

patience is a virtue i don't seem to have.

Jesus, look at her.
I'm glad she can't tell what I'm thinking, or insert thoughts into my head.
I'm such an ass. Yummy dolphin nuptials!
Wait, what?

Today, a small piece of me told myself to be happy.
Today, I think I did something that changed my mood around, despite how small it was.
I feel good about what I did.  

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only.  I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

As luck should have it, no one wants to do anything the night that my parents are away.

I can't think of a better way to describe the situation than this:

"Oh, BOO."

I think that I make terrible decisions, based on ... well, absolutely nothing.  No common sense, no rationality.

Anyway, that isn't the point.  Last night, I planned to drink a lot in a short amount of time.  That plan sort of ... failed, though.  I mean, after work, we walked and walked and walked to this tiny, very crowded and noisy little pub on the corner of Richmond and Church.  To be honest, once I stepped in, I only recognized two faces, and began to realize it wasn't going to be the greatest of nights.  All about five minutes later, I found myself leaving, with the other person who was highly uncomfortable.  

After that, we decided to go to Queerville for a drink.  Just one, because it was Friday night at 11:45, and we were about to go home.  So, another long trip of walking, walking walking.  As luck would have had it, he saw a friend of his that he hadn't seen in a long time, waiting in line to get into Cruise and Tangos.  Of course, I knew it was coming, and before he could even say anything, I told him that he could go, that he should have fun with this friend.  It was beginning to rain, so I walked to the train station and took the second last train home.

Tonight, however, I am going to Queen Mother.  No one is changing my plans, even if I go through with them on my own.