neither of us were wearing helmets

there is a lot i would like to say. i'm feeling good.

i'm buying a new moleskine!

it's been like this all day, not that i mind. but i hate waking up at 9am for a class, knowing that snow days don't exist anymore. only except if a tree falls through a dorm or the power goes out.

i had quite the amazing weekend.

this entry is a declaration stating that i cannot help my procrastinating tendencies.

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/politics/2009/01/21/moos.cuddly.first.couple.cnn

:)

hello barack obama. i think you're a pretty cool dude.

....he looks like a shar-pei "...but not in a cute way, a diseased, vile creature raised in a trailer park where they cannot afford proper victuals and supplies to clean the wrinkles."
-daryl j. marma

like i said before, i make such a lovely mess.

"i'd pay for that"
"you couldn't afford me"
"yeah? i heard you sold yourself for $5 and a box of rice pilaf"

i think i have a pretty strong system.
dr. keith williams has restored my faith in saint anselm, education, and humanity in general.

i feel smarter already.

oh, and it's -4 degrees out.

i'm a partial family dynamic that has lost its feeling. i'm suddenly regaining my grip.

(i want zooey deschanel to be my friend)

"nate didn't get back to you yet?"
"nope"
"wow, i wonder what he's doing. wow, maybe he's in jail."

accomplished day. these english classes are going to be so great.

amy and i discovered that this song is in juno.

i cannot wait until i am back at school and distracting myself in order to make me healthy again.
things will look up.

yoga
water
friends
academics
english
coffee
art
the squad
amy&alyssa&garrett&daryl

yeah, i'll be okay.

julie took me out to lunch today. really brought my spirits up.

this was meant to better myself. everything felt old and remembered with us just eating our sandwiches at chili's. i forgot what that felt like.

yoga classes at school start mid january. i know this will help me out. maybe i'll go see the counselor in health services. i can focus on school and get myself out of this rut. i'm going to write.

and i miss him.

i guess all there is to do now is to move on and go along with my plan.

i think it is pretty obvious that i'm not sure about a lot of things since a good majority of my recent entries start with 'i guess'.

what can you do?

i guess i'm not done growing.

and it aches.

i'm not happy.

i suppose.

i might drop this journal.

it's a new year and i am slowly making my list of resolutions.

this will be interesting.

i make such a lovely mess.

i also have a whole, new respect for House.

ugh i feel like crap.
wah.

happy holidays.

i just electrocuted myself unplugging my phone charger from the wall. my heart is racing.

speaking of hearts racing, recently, when i sleep or take a nap, i can feel my heart pumping. it feels like it is pounding and when i wake up, my face is all flushed. it happens all the time.

i found the perfume i used to wear my junior year of high school. and i am listening to regina spektor, whom i used to listen to my junior year as well.
i feel weird and different.

("'as well'. he says 'as well'. how cute!")

i'm going to start writing again. i think i've been reiterating that too often. possibly to convince myself.

i talked to garrett and daryl for a good two hours last night on the phone and online. i miss college already and i've only been home for two days. i love my friends.

it's still snowing, haha. we must have like, a foot and half of snow.