School just started yesterday, and I’m really really excited! Not for classes or anything actually school related, but for my living situation mostly. I’m now living with Alisa, Emily (T, for those that know her as such), and a girl named Mayu (spelling might be wrong?) who is awesome!!! I’m sad that Senora couldn’t live with us… and I’m still unsure if she’s in Austin or not.
SENORA, WHERE ARE YOUUU???



Anyway, I’m excited for this coming semester! I can feel the surge of greatness coming!

My, what a short post...

These boots were made for walking.

I am currently--- at work, waiting for my shift to end before I pass out from hunger. It is really cold, and I feel dirrrrty from wearing the majority of the same outfit from last night’s clubbing fiasco. I got locked out of my temporary home, and ending up spending the night with Henry, only to wake up the next day to find myself locked out yet again! It wasn’t really the locked out part that bugged me, it was the sweating my balls off part that made the day stressful. Oh Summer, you strange and unpredictable mistress! Actually, I really enjoy the sun. I love lying down and basking in the sun from my window... I guess similar to an iguana, without the scaly skin.

Well, anyway, last night we went out clubbing. It had been a while since I had gone out dancing, and I guess in general, a long time since I’ve wanted to go dancing period. Yup, break-ups and haunting memories will do that to ya, I guess. Clubbing is always a fun experience for me as long as I go with good friends. Some people are sometimes so caught up with finding a guy/girl to go home with that they end up ditching you or leaving you to fend for yourself in the sea of horny men with boners popping out in every kind of direction imaginable. Those are not good people to go out with. So since there were no people of that sort, It was a pretty good time in my book. Lots of colorful tiny bubbles floating from the ceiling, and strippers on each side of the club locked in a birdcage. The music wasn’t really my style, but it was fun either way, and to top it off, 3am enchiladas! Lordy Lordy, thank goodness for Magnolia’s Café! Fantasia's (from American Idol) hair made a cameo at the restaurant that night followed by inappropriate touching from friends.

Good weekend, I suppose.

How does the story end? With decapitation of course!

So today I finally snapped that I had a blog posted online, and then after many failed attempts to login, I got it to function properly. Anyhoot, the last time that I posted was last year, and many things have happened since then. But, at risk of pulling a “Doug” and recapping everything missed from the summer, I’m just going to blurt out whats on my mind… what exactly is on my mind, you say?

Well, I just really want to punch sooo many people in the face/balls. Maybe a slight stab to the shoulder blade will do. Usually the ideal spot for me to visualize hurting someone is in the eyes. Stabbing them quickly, with a very thin needle so that the pain jolts through their bodies. That’s not really something one should “blog” about, so nevermind… disregard that statement.

Main point of it all… I’m sick and tired of the people that I love being hurt by complete assholes. I wish there was something I could do about it, but heck, I’m not Bette Midler, and this is not The First Wives Club. This is real life, and in real life, people get burned, and you can’t save them.

Currently I am at my friend Josh’s apartment, and I’ll be staying with him for most of August. It’s strange not having a permanent place of residency. Every time I hang out in his room and it gets late, I start worrying about the long walk back to my apartment, only to remember that I don’t live there anymore. It’s a sad feeling, but also a really good one at the same time. I’m glad that I’ll never have to see one of my old roommates. Frankly, she can go fuck herself. She is no longer a part of my daily life, and its great. I’m just glad that I continued to enjoy myself and not let it bother me…..that much.

Right now Josh is singing about Annie getting her gun, and locking up people for murder. This is what happens when two people are up at 4am with no clear reason. Its secretly great though. I appreciate how the song came out of nowhere. If I had multiple personalities, he definitely would be one of the voices in my head taunting me at night, begging me to sing showtunes with elderly women on a carnival cruise. Ah, speaking of multiple personalities, I need to watch Season 2 of The United States of Tara. That was a good show.

Anyway, I’m losing my mind right now. The screen is starting to melt into one big bright blur, and Josh’s singing is making me question my existence. Someone should swat me like a fly to remind me of my mortality.

Goodnight.