she left the light on.

So I got my head out of stu west.

And then I started thinking about stu west.

And the arrow that pointed toward my name.

Toward me.

The line linking an ugly threat to me.

But I’m not supposed to take it personally.

That was at first.

And then the notes started.

And continued until it was a daily thing.

I didn’t think it bothered me.

But then I had to read it every day.

That someone is going to rape me.

And after it was hurtful and heartbreaking, it just got old.

That’s what sucks about leaving.

I start thinking about what I’m leaving.

And then I never want to go back.

How is it Christmas already?

Home.
I Am Home.
I Am Here.
Here is Home?

(1) Today feels like it was Twodays (2) First day of break is over. (3) I went shopping. I hate shopping. (4) I acknowledge that I’m spoiled. (5) My mom is very neat. (6) I started a new book today. It’s a first attempt at recreational non-fiction. ( 7) My mom made me stop so we could watch survivor. 8. Home feels nice. (9) Tyler Gobble is a very nice friend. (10) Cody Davis lights up my life. (11) My tree decorating skills are cuh-razy. (12) Atop my stove is the apple pie my grandmother baked me. (13) She is awesome. (14) Brittany Murphy died. 32. The sadness I get when a celebrity dies is irrational. (15) I feel anxious.(16) My blog is lame. I'm glad no one reads it.

I'm happy to see this fella.


And I hope I get to do a lot of this.

I'm thankful for

Love and Hope and all that jazz.

For the times when I know what the right thing to do.

Books with sans-serif font.

Tyler Gobble, who motivates me to try my hardest and do my best.

Maya Williams, who pushes me to think harder, forcing me to figure out who I am.

Michael King for keeping me on the right path and for smiling through the rocky parts.

Vicki Hays, what a wonderful Co.

I’m also grateful for

Molly Stover for reminding me that life is made to laugh at.

For knowing me better than I know myself, Kinsley Kemp gets the kudos.

Travis Anderson for keeping me sane.

Max for being himself.

My grandma because I love her and she’s the hardest working person I know.

William Holman for being inspiringly courageous.

and

For teaching me what unconditional friendship is, I credit Cody (D).

Cliffton and Tim for making my life smokey and fun.

Little Lauren Diaz for her encouraging text massages.

The tough lessons I learned from Mr. Alex Salmins.

Bob for being consistent, unrelenting, honest, and unconditional

My family for driving me crazy.

Mom. For giving birth to me and being the weirdest most wonderful person I’ve ever met.

And finally, despite my inability to articulate, I’m so enormously grateful for my life, with all this challenges and each of its perks.

I wouldn’t change a thing.

So my gratitude is stereotypical, but still

Thank you.

I'm a mean.

Bits of torn paper and shards of glass mingling in the funnel clouds within the heavenly cotton membrane that holds all the people on the home-shaped globe at the very bottom of a forgotten bag of marbles.

COMM 210

“It’s a question of value,” said the professor.

But I want to ask her, “What’s your value?”

Where’s you’re heart?

-Tucked into your cold, concrete skyscraper of a power point presentation?

-Did it die with the batteries in the microphone that carries your voice to the 1200 empty, apathetic ears that are ignoring you?

-Or is it in the pocket of your juvenile green jacket?

Does it bother you that no one is listening to you?

It does?

Well, it bothers me that you don’t really are about the answers to your courtesy ‘how are you’s?’

I’m sorry I’m mean, I think I’m sick.

Harsh Realization.

I have a resident who hates me.

Sure, there might be 59 other residents who are perfectly fine with my performance.
But there is ONE

• irrational
• illogical
• hateful
• menacing
  
• deceitful
  
• manipulative
• rude
• two-faced
• self-righteous
  

girl who hates me.

(I really try to love everyone, but this ones a toughy)

And I realized while I was in the shower that the things I don't like about her are things I dislike about myself.

Then the fleeting notion flickered in my brain, if she ever gets over her incessant hatred of me, we'd probably be great friends.

But then I realized that I wouldn't want to be friends with someone so much like me.

Make sense?

I want a kitty.

Right Now?

Life is a dance.
Life is a roller coaster.
Life is a mustache.

And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one