I'm on my way. Prom promise.

Hey everyone.

Look, I know I have made this excuse before, but I PROMISE that I'll be coming back. And soon. I suddenly feel the need to be back on here, sharing my life with all of you*, in order to find some emotional outlet.

It certainly has been a challenging and adventurous 2011... and we still have five months left. Eek.

Life? Life's been, eh, lifey. No major changes thus far, but who knows what could happen in the next 213,110 minutes. Don't know about you, but I'm certainly hoping for something exciting.

At least it's looking like I'll have my Christmas back... finally. How I have missed it so. (For for those of you who aren't from around here, you'll know why I'm already mentioning Christmas. It's sad, to say the least.)

Fingers crossed for my return to blogging! I really have been having withdrawals.

Love you all.

*My thirteen followers and the few random friends that make their way over here. Hopefully, this description has included you. If not, well, um, then, I'm not quite sure how to classify you. Sooooooo... sorry?

Stop thinking.

I'm not going to lie. I'm depressed.

No no, not in that whole, "oh Lord, I think I'm going to OD on prescription drugs," "I think I'm going to go jump off a bridge" or even "I'm going to hit a puppy" kind of way...

... just depressed.

I don't know what's coming over me. Perhaps it's:
  • The fear of the "real world"
  • The fear of not being able to find clear direction in my life
  • The fear of... him
Even a combination of all three. There is just a hell of a lot going on in my head right now. I'm not getting the best sleep in the world and I certainly am not sincerely happy.

I've been told that I think too much, overanalyze and am unable to simply "be". (I also tell myself that all the time.)

I'm not sure where my life is taking itself right now. I do know that things will be better one day, but I'm just impatient and want all of the answers NOW!

Perhaps I'll find a few of them soon. If not, I am seriously going to consider printing out clip art of a cute beagle and ripping it to shreds.

Just felt right.

I know it has been 169 days since my last post. I'm sorry. It's just that it has been one heck of a 169 days.

Trust me.

Tonight has been one hell of an evening for me. Sorry for taking it out on you all, but I just needed to tell someone.

Back in college, I had the words below up on my wall. I used to read them a lot... always made me feel better.

"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin."

No word yet on if they're doing much for me now. However, I just thought I'd share them with you.

A return?

One day I'll be back.

It has been a stressful year.

I hate excuses.


Just how I feel right now. That's all.


I'm WAY behind on postings. I know. What else is new?

In the meantime (and in the spirit of being the total opposite of my friend †Brycrasch), PLEASE feel free to follow my facebook... for those of you in the know, I guess. I tend to update that a whole heck of a lot more.

Guess you can see where my loyalties lie, eh? (failure)

Will update... in time... as I can. Prom promise.


What is with me finding joy in double meanings of words? To be continued...

Here it is: I am ABSOLUTELY OVER College Algebra... and it's only the third week of school. Why, must you ask? Well, does telling you that this is my FIFTH yes FIFTH attempt at taking this wretched class answer your question at all? I go to class, sort of get it, look over it, go home, bring up my homework, start off, work at it, get really freakin' confused and end up putting it off, try to finish it all last minute and finally end up SCREAMING at my poor computer (like it can do anything about it)! I'm just over it all... again... for the fifth time.

I'm a hospitality major. We're happy people. College Algebra does NOT make me happy.

In reference to the above, I have since learned "Algebra" is also the name of a female R&B singer, pictured above. Who's crazy enough to call themselves THAT?