Hello, blog! I haven't written an entry since January (and it didn't even really count, it was a copy/paste tumblr post), and now it's nearly September. I was going through some hard times back then, I was very vague about everything but I needed help. I was an open book, with a closed mouth.
But things have changed!
I realized I started this blog my freshman year in high school, and now it is my freshman year in college. I attend a small community college in a slightly bigger town in Texas. I take 16 hours of class a week, in addition to working three days a week, at an almost-famous haunted restaurant, as a waitress. I love school and I love my job! I have three homework assignments I should be working on currently, although I can't work on two of them until later on tonight. (I wonder, will I ever get them done?)
There's always the weekend.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
who wants to move to the city with me
we can get a tiny shoe box apartment that’s too expensive
explore the city daily
become regulars at some coffee shop
have sleepovers in the living room
marathon our favorite movies and tv shows
sit together while we blog
always order in because we’re too lazy to cook
play board games
and idk maybe we could get a cat or dog
a brief flash of myself in the mirror as i brushed my teeth. for just a second there was a moment of depersonalization, i snapped back into my body and was suddenly so solemn. i felt 'my' eyes well up, stricken with frustration and confusion. i feel like i belong somewhere else. i don't feel apart of this world.
a brisk flashback of a song in fifth grade jogged me as i sat waiting for her to return. i don't know what brought me into such a memory flash. i was holding a paper in shaky hands and singing "america, america, man shed his waste on thee; and hide thy pines with billboard signs, from sea to oily sea." how had i gotten up the courage to sing it?
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