"so she’s gay now?"
yeah she turned it all the paperwork last week and her acceptance letter came this morning, it was...
And once again, I find myself living for those around me and for their expectations of my life.
I need to tattoo to my forehead, “This is YOUR life. Do what YOU want. Fuck the world.” Maybe then it’ll stick.
shadowjourneys and I are now officially models.
We shot with a winery yesterday and soon our faces will be plastered all over their website.
Life takes you strange places, folks…
Dear Usually Pleasant Lady,
I drive by your house at least four times a day, normally six or eight. Every time I see you outside, I wave at you and smile, and you return the courtesy. Yesterday, however, you greeted me in a different manner. As I drove 29 miles/hour down Biava, only four over the speed limit, you screamed, “SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!” as you flailed your arms.
After living up here for a year, I understand the need to drive slowly and cautiously on Biava. I know that children frequently play outside. I know that pets roam. I know that deer are ready to jump out in front of cars at the last second. I know all of these things, just as well as you know them.
What you DIDN’T know, however, was that my fiance has been in the Intensive Care Unit since Saturday due to severe head trauma. I have slept by his side most nights, hoping and praying that he will make it through this. You see, he fractured his skull and was in a coma. His neurosurgeon told me that he will most likely be a vegetable, if he even wakes up at all. When you saw me driving yesterday, I had just woken up from a brief nap by a phone call. It was the hospital. He was waking up.
Even though my heart was racing, I was not. Although I had every inclination of driving 150 mph down that road, I restrained myself. So, to see you screaming at me to slow down was incredibly insensitive and actually hurtful. I write to you to beg you to step down from your high horse, stop thinking that you know what’s best for Biava drivers, and to understand that in these next few days there will be various drivers going 29 or over while we wait for our loved one to heal and come home. Please do not add to our stress by yelling at us again.
Owner of the charcoal Fit and resident of TF Ranch
So, I submitted my research to the National Communication Association earlier this year, and I wasn’t expecting much since it’s already a year old and I didn’t go to a research renowned school, but I thought what the hell, I’ll try. After months of waiting, I finally heard back from them.
My research was accepted for presentation.
You guysssss, I’m going to Chicago to talk to a bunch of comm research nerds about my senior project. This is a dream come trueeee, especially since I actually want to do research for a living!
I’m kind of freaking out.
I’m creating boundaries for myself because instead of blowing all my money on drinks and coffee I’d like to save and travel.
I can go out for drinks once a month. I can have coffee once every two weeks. I can eat out three times a month.
I shall be a hermit, but a traveling hermit I shall be.
Wow, isn’t it great when you get in a huge, life altering argument with someone because they tore you in two and instead of them betraying you again they actually listen to you and your arguments and show in their actions that they want to fix things instead of living with how things were?
Prime example of cultural differences: my American breakfast of an apple fritter and coffee with heavy cream vs. my Mexican roommate’s breakfast of tortillas and mixed veggies with avocado on the side.
No surprise which country has more obesity…