First Day...

So today I started my job...YEAH-ISH.

I've worked in a library before and was expecting to have your usual array of (to put bluntly) freaks and geeks. I feel I can make this accurate assessment because well I worked in the library but was rather the shy girl, then the freaky geeky girl who talked about the lifespan of butterflies and my obsession with Dungeon and Dragons.

Of course I have no problems with the "freaky" kind, as my mom says I attract them like the plague. It's the truth. Something about my appearance reads to other people that I will understand and save them from their sorrows. It's a curse and a positive attribute of mine, a pleasant face and a gentle smile. What can I say.

The day started off at a very rough 6:30, I finally got out of the room at 7:30 and spent the next hour or so daydreaming in Bio. Then I ran to the coffee shop, grabbed a coffee regular, extra sugar, little cream and sat in the bookstore. I had so many packets(because I need them) that a small pile accumulated to the glareful eye of the stranger sitting next to me.

After downing the coffee, I headed to the library, where I ran into the guy I had met on Friday. He was nice, I had noticed him around campus a lot, but CLEARLY knew that he is not my type(he is almost my height, and I am short. A BIG NO NO). But fate does not care what my type is, I usually attract the guys I would NEVER EVER date. EVER.

To even get into the door of potential dater(phenotypically, because the world is very vain):
-Dark hair
-considerably taller than me.
-generally more extroverted than me
-Amazing eyes.
-Gideon Yago like features, but if you are Gideon Yago than you have filled the position I am looking for. I am set for life.

But these are just the small things.

Which of course meant that during the whole orientation I had the prying eyes of "library guy" on me. Though I share a shift with another guy, he locked creepy eyes with me the whole time, barely noticing the kid standing right next to me. I now know what the phrase "undressing me with his eyes" mean. Boys, have no shame.

We pretty much had a run through of the library process. SHELVING BOOKS. Which everyone knows is a very boring job, but the price at the end of my rainbow is money, which I desperately need, and want. So I can deal with it. The numbers start blaring together, and without my iPod I think I may have gone crazy on those books, but it is only a temp, probably to the end of the semester, if not less than that, so I don't mind nor care.

I think the struggle will be not dealing with people. I never realized how much I liked working with people until I was trapped in a library all day, shelving books. I like seeing hot faces, and having small chat. I do that best of all, and then I get all awkward and quiet.

The library crowd are very scary people. The true definition of anti-social. Though I love my quiet time, there are other times when I need to be around other people to feel...Alive. People are interesting and dynamic and lovely. Yes even lovely, as they appear in my dreams. But the library people huddle in their little crowd of being weird. The trapped themselves in the conference room, and have lunch. They talk about how the place outside those walls are unfit for them. They hide away.

Sounds a little familiar, I think. Sounds hella familiar. As soon as my shift ended(at an agonizing 1:30), I jetted up the stairs, ran outside and breathed in air,let the sun hit my face, and smiled at the first face I saw.

Maybe working at the library has given me more incentive to be apart of the world, because like Winona Ryder at the end of a very emotional Girl Interrupted " Maybe everyone out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is stupid, and ignorant. But I'd rather be in it. Id' rather be fucking in it, than down here with you" and that is my sentiment this year. I'd rather be in the world, than hiding.

And I learned all this from being with freaky library people. WHO KNEW.

I do have to create an imaginary boyfriend though. Because I hate rejecting people and have dealt with problems in the past where saying "I am just not interested" has not worked in my favor, I use the more complex a fun "I have a boyfriend" line. The problem is, is that I never use at the right time, I never squeeze it into conversations and just go blank. But because I fear I will be dealing with a bunch of "never had a girlfriend" boys, I need the dreaded "boyfriend" line to keep them at bay.

So I figure if I at least mention I have a boyfriend in at least one conversation with someone, then the boys will know "hey i'm off limits", go bother someone else. I might have to use my friendship with Mike, and ask him for a small favor and be the face to my boyfriend name if I need one. Which shouldn't be the case, but you never know. Cause if you think about it if I say "hey yeah I have a boyfriend who lives in Chicago" they are going to be like "yeah, right". So pretend boyfriend on campus will be a little more plausible.

And a little more fun to say then "no I just don't want to see anyone right now, unless you are a certain boy who leads an Art Club and is a hockey player." What? I had to say it.

I'm going to an outdoor concert in less than two hours, right now I need to be near faces, even unfamiliar ones, I will bring a book just in case I get nervous and want to hide. It should be okay, I'll tell you how it goes.

The Secret Life of Daydreams

OH...how i am going to love the weekends this semester.

Friday wasn't as mind boggling as Thursday and i was pleasantly surprised by how much i liked my Ecology class, it may be the only relief from tuesdays and thursdays. Sitting down this weekend and trying to finish homework( already dished out by my professors), i see that the only class i may have trouble with is math. Calculus to me isn't really a math ,it's a confusing array of graphs, numbers and words like TANGENT. I have until Wednesday to see if i will drop the class or not, but dealing with the evil packet he assigned for us to do, dropping may be the best option.

Walking around has proved more lonely than i have expected, you'd think i would be use to it by now, but i guess you never get use to being the only unfamilar face in the crowd, as others sit ot talk to someone they have recognized from last semester, Freshman are a whole other breed so they do not count. At least not in my mind. I have perfected the art of appearing like it doesn't matter. I walk like i know where i am going, like i have a destination, and there will be gold on the other side where i am walking too. When in reality it is just a front for feeling out of place.

Because it is only has been two days of classes, and clubs haven't started yet, i don't feel bad because nothing has happened yet. People are just readjusting and getting use to campus for the first time, and i guess when things get back to normal, i will figure out how to place myself in the mass of people who have already found their niche.

I think what affects me the most is that i want so badly for things to be okay for me. I hate for my mom to always worry that i am not adjusting as well as she knows i can. Oddly enough with my library interview the lady remarked that i seemed to adjust well in the working situation. It would later become the theme of everythihg i said later on in the interview( i decided to roll with whatever she said). When honestly in my personal life i do not adjust to well, for a sign that is known for it's adaptablility, i have yet to apply that to my everyday life. In most cases, i just feel awkward, out of place, and distant.

And though i love the aspect of living in my daydreams and fantasies, and the me time i need in my life. There are becoming more and more moments when i want human connections. When i just want a friend, or someone to go to the movies with, and have lunch with, instead of retreating back to the comforts of my dreams.

Time to read Pamela . I thought i would totally dislike this book, but it is kind of interesting. I think i am also going to like English this semester, minus struggling to read Anna Karenina. Why the hell we are reading that dictionary of a novel, i have no idea. Even though we don't start reading that until November, i figure i minus well get a start on it early, because there is no way i can finish that in a months time. My attention span will not allow it.

All Will be Well

No one said the course load would be this rough!

First day of class, and I am wiped out. From boring psych to confusing math; to more English/realism lit to the evilness of chem, I feel like I was just hit by a bus, landed in a ditch and am trying to crawl my way out.

Oh I knew it was going to be bad. Chem, Math, and a Bio in one semester. But I wasn't expecting 5 huge English novels, a math teacher who speeds through lectures, and a chem professor who isn't the one I signed up for.

Bonkers.

By the end of the day I was on the phone with my mother saying I was throwing in the towel. Of course I wasn't being literal I simply just wanted the little push of support to soothe the looming academic crisis that always arises when I feel like my brain cannot possible comprehend all that in one semester.

The truth is is that I know I am a smart cookie. I've gotten this far on potential alone, so there must be something in me that makes it possible to succeed. But I often have that fear that maybe my want to succeed cannot match up to my ability to. Maybe some people are meant to be good at one thing, and others...well always kind of struggle.

Oh I how I wished I got math and bio as easily as I got other things, or that I was certain med school was the path I was meant to walk . But sitting in the stuffy chairs with a room full of hopefuls in science/math classes I have the discerning ache in my stomach, a need to run from the room, and never return.

I wish I was one of those artsy people, whose talent made it easy for them to do something they really love. They casually sit around campus, with bikes feet away from them, smoking a cigarette and discussing music, art, and the next portfolio that is due. They dress ultra trendy swearing they got that ultra tight denim from a drift store, but I am certain I have seen it in the store window at the mall. They try to pretend they aren't pompous, but secretly know they are.They don't have it all figured out, but even that seems cool. I on the other hand suffer from a my wishy washiness and continue to return to a place of rut, wondering what the hell I am going to do with myself.

Perhaps tomorrow I won't feel so...Dreadful. Okay I don't actually feel dreadful I feel contemplative which may be the energy I need before I start studying for chemistry, and math for that matter of fact.

No one said this would be easy, I guess it would be much easier to want everything handed to you on a silver platter. I have no choice but to work extremely hard in what I do, because I do have the potential, at least I believe I do.

I don't know what's worse in my case, the fear of never pushing myself to the fullest and seeing what I could accomplish, or developing a realization that this is all I can give, and maybe my better best isn't as strong as I wish it could be.

Let the River Run

Today was my interview for the library job. I wish I could say that I had practice some great interviewing material, I wish I could say that I had worn the skirt my mom begged me to wear, I could also say that I felt confident I would get the job hook, line, and sinker.

But I went to bed extremely late watching who knows what, I wore jeans and a cardigan, and I didn't once prepare for an interview.

Needless to say as I approached the office of the lady who was to interview me I was pretty nervous. This was the only job I wanted, I couldn't see myself working anywhere else, and I desperately needed the money, and the experience for references. But there still was the huge possibility that I wouldn't get the job, and I prepared myself for that....

I got the job though, but I couldn't have just come out and written it. What would be the fun in that. It was bizarre, they were shooting me questions right and left, and I was articulate and funny, and real. By the end of it, she had offered me the position( not that much pay, but I get to pick my own hours and all I have to do is shelve books), and said I was a very pleasant person to interview.

Who the hell was that girl in the interview room today? Surely it wasn't me. Scared old me, with no sense of how to talk to people. But I did pretty well, they asked the dreaded "So tell me about yourself", and I rambled for a good 5 minutes. They asked me about my past experience with old job, and I was truthful about it, it sucked but I did what I could. They asked me if I preferred working in groups or alone...This one was pretty tricky, but I told her that I understood the importance of groups and the strength that they provide, and I was able to adapt in group situations, but I preferred working alone. I know how I work, and am pretty strong in my finishing tasks alone.

She bought that, and I am now a working girl...Well in the nonprostitution way...I am a girl with a JOB. YEAH!!!

If this is any indication of the year, than bring it on, I'm ready for it...I was literally on cloud nice walking out of the building.

But I must be the only person who is hesitant about happiness. I don't know if it is a defense mechanism but I never am completely am comfortable with the good events in my life. I am deeply affected by my past experiences, so much that it makes those small victories hard to take. But it did feel good today, just to feel...Excited. I haven't had that feeling for a long time.

I hope this continues, maybe not blissful happiness, but the type of contentment that will make being here and not somewhere else (Philadelphia) a lot easier.

I just hope my year doesn't turn into some soap opera novela though, "where I am forced to choose between the quiet and mysterious poet from exotic lands, or the dashing lothario whose unpredictable passion for her(me) is fiery yet dangerous. Who will I choose, will either find out about each other, stay tuned next week for "As the Campus Turns", where their drama is as complicated as waking up for an 8am class."

Anyway, Thursday is approaching pretty quickly, very nervous about that. I am kind of ready to get back to Art boys club, I think seeing a familiar and comforting(b/c of his extreme loveliness)face will make being here a little more real. Heart tucked safely in chest, I am not wearing it or my "affection" for him on my sleeve. Unless there is real conversation, feedback, or plain connections, he will just be a face I admire. A hot specimen of a face that I admire.

I'm leaving my options open for this year, I expect nothing concrete but am willing to be open to the things that come my way, as long as it is doesn't involve settling for happiness. I think that is too important to settle for anymore.

Return of the Hot Librarian

...More to come after work out break and trip to mailbox.

Falling into Place.

Moving day was yesterday.

My mother and I headed out early yesterday, with a buttload of things I had accumulated during the summer, and drove back to my school. Even though she will have done the "drop your child off to college" thing for a record 5 times( 5 semesters including Philadelphia University ) she never stops getting completely sad when she has to drop me off.

The whole way to campus she was getting way nostalgic about our time together. I'm use to this though, and secretly I wished to get nostalgic with her too. There is always that feeling before going back to school where I wish I could stay at home with her too. That it was like highschool, junior high, and elementary where I could return home to her after a day at school. Something about the safety of being home I guess.

Because my brother is...Well unreliable, we had to do without him and lug all the heavy things by ourselves. It actually went faster than we expected and I was in my dorm with all my things in less than 2 hours. One of my roommates greeted us as we unpacked. She seems nice, but appearances can be deceiving, and my mom was pleased that she wasn't some rude nutbag we have encountered before.

My room is of course smaller than last years, and summer session, but it has a charm to it that makes up for it, plus I have a killer view, and we all know it's about the view in the end.

Being back is very bittersweet. I am on the right track to getting caught up with my classes, but at the same time I notice how everyone else has seemed to fall right back into the routine of their lives, friends, hangouts, while I am just left...Alone. A reflection of my time spent here.

The halls are alive with friends happy to see each other, talking about the gossip of past weeks, and what classes and teachers they are trying to avoid. After my mom left, I was pretty much on my own. There were no catching up moments with friends, there were no recognizable faces to wave at, or people to escape with. It was just me in the comfort zone I think I am beginning to out grow.

Realizing that I want so much more than what I have now, makes me more determined, yet scared, to make things better. I wish I knew how to though.

Classes start Thursday and I am taking...Ecology, Calculus, Chem, Engl, and a psych class. Doesn't sound fun but what can I say, I have no other choice but to make it work, study my ass off, and pass.

Today I started working out again, with the whole moving situation and dealing with my brother, I didn't do anything during July, unless you count eating strawberry cheescake as exercise.

Physically 20 has been beneficial on the bod, there's a healthy glow to my face, and I slimed down considerably during the month of June. But today's workout killed me, 20 minutes here and there felt like death to my legs, and I was ready to go after minute 5, but I stayed(mainly caused I had walked in the heat and there is air conditioning in the gym).

Hopefully the positive injections into my life will be beneficial in the long run. Working out, figuring out this whole social thing, and not feeling so miserable all the time. I'm not making any expectations of what the semester holds for me, but I do hope it is something grand.

Time to sleep, horrible storm knocked out TV last night and I missed Flavor of Love 2. Damn.

Headlock.

I'd seriously like to put the world in a headlock today.

As a child I hated that I wasn't allowed to wrestle with my cousins and brother in front of adults. It wasn't "proper"(whatever that means) for a girl to roll around on the ground and put someone in a headlock.

Because I wasn't allowed to fight, in front of adults, I would use that to my advantage. Up until the age of eight I would wait until my mother was walking way ahead of us, I would punch my brother in the arm and then yell out as if he had hit me. My mother would turn around to see me lying on the floor holding my arm and screaming "MORGAN HIT ME!!!" she would tell my brother he knew better, come pick me up and dust off my "wound" as I smirked back at him.

Oh I wasn't proud of this, well I am not proud of this now,but at the time I thought I was getting away with gold at this ability. That was until the day my mother turned back mid "grand dramatic fall to the ground" and I was never able to get away with it again.

Today has been an entirely frustrating day, which is why the whole wide world deserves a headlock, or a least a good punch in the arm.

Contenders for the headlock:

-Lady who made it painfully obvious that I am shy and introverted and she was glad her daughter was not shy.

-Pothead brother who totally may have taken my keys because I am careless and left them on the table(he doesn't have a key to the place for a reason)

-People from highschool.

-Pothead brother who caused another scratch on shitty car.

-nosy neighbor next door who barely lets you walk up the stairs before coming out of her house and trying to sneak a peek into our place

-Pothead brother.

-My nervousness about the school.

-Katherine

-Mike

-Chemistry, Biology, and Math

-Pothead brother because he isn't the older brother you can depend on.

-And me, because I left the key on the table, because I am nervous about school, because I dislike pothead brother, and because I am painfully aware that I am shy and have no idea how to overcome it.

Damn this day, I'm going to lie down and pretend it never existed, and wish to the heavens that Nickelodeon wants to play some old Nick shows for me.

Rainy Day.

Yesterday for about 30 minutes it poured outside. As if the sky had said "I am sick of all this heat too.", and wanted as much relief as the rest of us. While everyone else ran inside from the rain, it was the perfect opportunity for my mother and I to run outside, and jump in puddles. And as quickly as it had come, it was gone. The sky got blue, people begin to come outside and we retreated. The story of our lives.

With relationships questions looming all around me(what to do with Mike who is in one of my classes, What to do with Katherine, who almost certainly will pop up again and what to do with my nonexistent friends/boyfriend situation), I have spent my last week at home covered in blankets holding on tightly to a pillow. Why? Because it is comfortable, and most days I would rather be in a bed anyway.

Everywhere around me the people in my life are evaluating their relationships. My brother and his girlfriend, Marie and her boyfriend, My mom and James(who she called on Monday). I feel like I'm in whirlpool of "connections" and everyone has managed to swim their way out to safety because they were open to receiving help. I on the other hand am drowning in my inability to make connections and sustain them. I am fearful of getting close to people, and having them see me as vulnerable, because in my mind vunerabilty is cast out to sea and left to suffer...Alone.

After getting off the phone with James, my mom had that "love" look on her face. She smiled and acted like a teenager, and then admitted that every time she talks to him are the only times she feels like this move was a mistake. To her, he is home. And she wants nothing more than to return. She asked me if that was how I felt, if she was the only one who felt like that. Than even though it has been some years since we've moved, his face never escapes her heart.

And I couldn't say anything. I felt it, I've felt it. I knew actually what she was talking about. She had extended her hand for me to open up, and I froze, stuffed a animal cracker in my mouth, and did awkward "love...Maybe..I don't know." she seemed content with that answer, and said "well maybe one day you'll be able to tell me"

I felt like shit. Like this is my problem. I completely afraid to open up and connect, which makes it almost impossible for anyone to get to know and like me, and perhaps fall madly deeply in love with me.

Truth be told, I have no idea what love/standards/relationship are, and haven't a clue how to understand them. But sometimes I get so frustrated with myself because I feel like I'm searching for something I have never had, but deep down inside, I'm completely aware of what it is.

It is so hard to explain, that I don't know what love is, but I know how it feels. That I have never done the whole mushy kissy things, like Marie and her boyfriend, but I know the safety of a loved ones embrace. That especially on those stupid rainy days, when I am gazing out the window up at the sky, the spot next to me seems empty. I turn in my bed expecting someone to be there. A leg to kick, an arm to hold onto, but mainly the chest where I am expecting to lay my head, and hear the even rise and fall of his breath.

Thinking back on standards, I completely want to shun them. Standards are why I don't approach people,why I keep a fair distance, because I always felt like deep down inside I am not good enough for those I secretly want to let in. I once read that my possible weakness is "shame of my secrets". At first I was like "what secrets" But it is really that I am ashamed of how much I need people, and how much I want to be wanted and cared for. But my biggest fear is that having that exposed to the ones I want to connect too.

Sometimes I feel love is enough, and creating standards are a way of trying of drive a wedge between it(love) and fear of...Letting go of the restraints that hold us in. I mean sure I'd rather my potential boyfriend not to be a pothead, crack dealer, abusive ass, and all around negative human being to be around.

And sure I don't want my friends to make me feel less than human, insecure, alone...

and I don't want my family to place the weight of success on my shoulder, and abandon me.

But when I contemplate that idea of standards(and distance, and connections), I am certain that love is enough, that it has to be enough, and maybe I have never experienced it but I surely know how it must feel. When there are pleasant moments between Marie and I( and even Mike). Or when my mother and I run in the rain.

but mainly on those grey rainy days, huddled in the blankets,staring up at the sky, and yearning for the place next to me to be filled with warmth. Or at least a very nice chest to rest my head on.

Life is getting harder and harder for us dreamers.

Time to pack and write, and sleep.

I wonder if Mr.Darcy is looking for a new love interest. I wouldn't be opposed to it.

Relationships.

My brother has a new girlfriend. Which in all honesty isn't really that shocking because he's had three at a time one. NO LIE.

Usually the girls he picks are the generic pretty types. Pretty, not really that smart, eye candy. His last girlfriend was really nice, dense, but nice. She use to come over the house all the time, which drove us crazy, because we(my mom and I) would have to go upstairs to allow them to have some time together.

But since the whole "got mom kicked out of apartment" thing, she has pretty much put the stop on any of his friends coming over. Technically he doesn't even live here anymore(though today he is lounging around). He now stays with his current girlfriend, Rachel, who my mother just recently began to dislike.

When she first met Rachel, a whopping 4 weeks ago, she had put her through the ringer with motherly questions. Those questions every mother wants to know about the person their child is dating. My mother has this way with people, she can laugh and joke around and manage to slip in questions mid laugh.

Rachel had seemed to pass the "you may be good for my child" test. Sure she wasn't the "generic" girls my brother usually dated. She is older, knows how to fix cars, and has a really strong Chicago accent, but my mom thought she may be good for my brother.

That was until she came over the house, along with my brother, with two children in tow. Some how through all the questions firing at her she had not mentioned she had had children. A BIG NO NO in my mom's book. It's not even that my mom doesn't like that fact that she has kids (3 and 8), but it's the point that she had failed to mention she had children during the questionnaire.

Ever since that little incident my mom has not been on Rachel's side. She finds those little things BIG problems now,mainly that my brother is not ready to be in a relationship with a woman with kids. He doesn't have a job, still comes over here for food, and has no idea what he wants to do with his life, yet along start a relationship with a woman who has her own stuff to think about.

My mom desperately wants him to end it. I on the other hand, am iffy on it. I didn't like her before I found out she was a mother of 2(which again is not a HUGE issue). I just didn't think she was the woman my brother would have a good relationship with. I know opposites attract, but she has bigger balls then most men(she could totally kick a man's ass).

Of course I have to listen to all the reasons my mom doesn't like the girl, and I think she says it comes all down to standards and what you wish to see in the person you are dating. Rachel has been making a lot of trips to our house, unannounced at best, with kids in tow. They are hungry and want food, and usually end up leaving with a bag full of food.

Though she fixes car, she wasn't able to fix our shitty Mazda (Morgan and I's piece of junk car), and my mom has been dealing with the two of them and multiple auto shops, to get the car fixed that they both use(though neither of them pay gas on).

Red flags are shooting up every where. The frequent stops over, their cozy demeanor as they lounge around, I mean yesterday I sat around watching spongebob square pants in my pj's, eating cereal and talking about the Kids Choice awards with an 3 and 8 year old. But I can't lie and say I wouldn't have done that if they weren't there because I would have.

My mom is certain she is not the one. Standards is what she keeps telling me. My brother is apparently suppose to have standards against needy women with baggage, because as a 22 year old he needs to figure out what he is going to do with his life.

Then my mom started talking about her standards, though secretly I know she is still madly deeply in love with James and no one will ever be better than him. I kind of wish they would both just see that already and get married. Anyway. So then as we are talking about this there is a silence, like I am suppose to jump in and define what my standards are, and all I can say is....hold on its really deep...

" I guess...I don't want him to be a POTHEAD"

I didn't know what to say, sure I talk about love and crap but are those standards or just general wants. I mean I don't think of the "he should be educated or independent" I clearly think "he has to love me" that's all. Couldn't really say that to my mother though, she would have smelled the naive part of me all over.

I guess we all have standards, even Marie admitted to me that her boyfriend didn't met her hot standard, but that I convinced her to look past that.

I guess somewhere along the line Love may not be enough. I'd like to believe it could be though. Who knows. I'll try to post my thoughts on that tomorrow.

School in one week, I'M FREAKING OUT.

oh and I have been obsessing about this guy lately, which is why I have been using a bunch of his pictures in my post.

Time to continuing writing. I am on page 13, which my brother says isn't really good, but it's 13 good pages instead of 13 pages that I am doubting and will most likely cut or re-write. YEAH. I'll provide dialogue when I get to the scene between main character(Cadence, love the name had to use it) and important yet subtle character(haven't got a name yet. I'm not good with male names). Who knows when though.

Wonderland

Insomnia.

Another sleepless night is upon me.

I think about sleeping so much that i can't go to sleep when i want to.

Anxiety for the upcoming semester is killing me.

One more week until i move in and figure out what i'm going to do with myself, life, academics, and relationships(still nonexistant) with people.

I wish the answers to all these doubts would make themselves clear, and then maybe one of these days i would get a goodnights sleep.

The deep end...AGAIN.

Every time I think I am going to write a introspective post about some lesson I have learned, reality comes crashing in and all you get is a post about me almost drowning at SIX FLAGS. NO LIE.

I wasn't even suppose to go to the six flags Waterpark extravaganza, but because of the wedding and telling my mom a month in advance that I would go, I couldn't all of a sudden change my mind. That didn't stop me from being a little mad though. I felt like I had passed up an opportunity to hang out with people my own age. That was until Marie called and told me that her friends had all bailed on them(probably wanting to avoid awkward couple moments) and that they now were going to go on a Sunday.

YEAH.

So after driving for 4 hours to get back home to quickly change into swim wear, I got in a cramped and hot car with Marie and her man for another two hour ride to SIX FLAGS. Conversation wasn't bad in the car, but I don't really talk to her boyfriend. I talk at him. Kind of like if he isn't there. It's not that I don't like him, it's just that I am weirded out that Marie has a boyfriend, and that she is now a couple. He doesn't seem to mind though, because he talks at me too.

If it hadn't been for my sleepiness I think I would have killed myself alone with his crappy music. It was like some rock music I never knew existed. It was loud and screechy, but then campy and Big Band, but the lyrics were about suicide and love. WTF. His iPod was broken so he had only burned ONE CD. I don't know how many times this stupid CD kept playing, but I was tempted to place my bookbag over my head and cry bloody murder. But I didn't.

Of course we got lost, and the two of them had a argument, and I cringed in the back, but we finally made it, and had a blast. Though I am not the strongest swimmer that didn't stop me from going on every ride. I mainly didn't want to look like a chicken because I am slightly fearful of heights, and also of drowning. I didn't feel like the third wheel that much, but there were still moments when it was clear they were having a couple moment and I was not, and did not want to be, apart of.

They made weird googily eyes, and flashed secret smiles to one another, and I tried not to barf in the corner. Marie kept saying weird things before we went on the ride, that I can't quite tell if she was trying to hint things to me. Mainly signs of if they had had sex or not. On one ride, the one I hated the most because it was pretty high up in the sky, she was like "make sure to cross your legs on the way down, protect that virginity of yours". WTF. The last thing I'm thinking about on this scary ass ride is VIRGINITY. I'm thinking "hey I hope I don't fly off this damn thing on the way down." So that was pretty weird.

Anyway after waiting in long lines for a ride that last for about 20 seconds(at best), we had decided to go on the lazy river(well it's what I call it). Except this lazy river had quite a current. Luckily it was only 3 ft deep, and other than smacking kids in the head with my huge inner tube, I was not knocking on deaths door on this particular ride. Though I did flip over and hit the button pretty hard on the way down.

The ride that almost ended my life was this huge pool with the strongest waves EVER. For some reason we thought this would be the cool down part of our day. Our feet we were hurting, we were completely drenched and tired, and voices were strained from screaming like Bi-acthes. Marie mainly.

Once again I am not a strong swimmer, but getting into the water and having the waves crash into me was actually pretty fun. I would head in, and then have this huge wave push me back to the "shore". I felt like I was in some movie, and was expecting to be pushed onto shore into the welcoming arms of Hotness . Oh I can dream can't I.

What I forgot was this dark black line, that clearly spelled "if you are not a strong swimmer stay the hell away from this line', but I was so happy that my head was still above water even after crossing the line that I didn't see this huge wave come crashing into me. I was so shocked by it and was dragged into 8 ft of water in a matter of seconds.

Who knows where Marie was at or her boyfriend for that matter of fact. I came up for air, grabbed a lung full of it, and headed back under, hoping that I was swimming in the right direction. It didn't matter though, the current was to hard for me to swim anywhere. I barely know how to swim especially not with the force of fake waves.

At this point I was sinking. Knocking on deaths door or not, I can be certain that there were no white lights. Your life doesn't flash before your eyes, and I sure as hell didn't get any calm sense of "baby I'm coming home". Literally in that moment,struggling to hold on to air, the only thing that was racing through my mind was "wait, let me do it again". Whatever the hell that meant. Before I could struggle again to break the surface of the water, I was yanked up like a rag doll in the welcoming arms of Hotness...Okay it was actually Marie who had wondered why I was under the water for so long.

She basically carried me all the way back across the black line, and the wave pushed me the rest of the way back onto land. Like it was spitting me out. Needless to say they made me wear a life jacket and sit on the inner tube, and I had to hold on to Marie's inner tube the rest of the time we spent in there, so I wouldn't float away. I know how to end things nicely don't I.

I spent my time on the inner tube thinking of what just happened, and how bad it could have really gotten. Because you always think that the moments you believe are going to be your last ,you are going to think of all the memories from your past. Yet I, who doesn't believe I would have drowned(hopefully), could only think about how much more I wanted to do. I wanted to have more memories and not be yanked from experiencing them.

My small drowning incident behind us we headed back home. Her boyfriend wanted pizza of all things and we spent an hour getting lost in this new town, because he wouldn't just go throw the drive-thru like normal people. He got us so lost, that Marie was pissed, and I was just aggravated. We both slept on the way home, but I woke up halfway and spent the next hour or so trying not to tell him to turn on the radio, or I would have to throw his CD out the window(it was that bad).

Yesterday my body had given up on me, and I ached all over. My back, legs, shoulder, arms and everything else hurt. I laid in my room, cats of course by my side and slept, so happy to be in a bed and at home.

Such a random thought to want more memories in the midst of drowning. I couldn't help but to reflect on my life, and wants, and hopes, and even what lies before me. That i hope i will have memories to tell one day. Goods ones, i mean. I hope this school year provides them. I hope my life provides them.

I just don't want my own crashing waves of insecurity to pull me in deeper than I can manage. I must find a way to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground and/or learn how to swim and enjoy the long ride without sinking to the bottom.

Indecisive

Hide and Seek

Today it is too hot to go outside. I wish i was one of those people who loved the sun and everything that revolved around it. You know those people who are always at the beach, playing volleyball and things like that. But unfortunately I like it when it rains. Thunderstorms, gray skies, and chilly weather. I like being huddled up under a warm blanket with a lame DVD on, a book my hand, and cocoa. How i love hot chocolate.

After taking the Advil, i went off into lala land and woke up late today hugging a pillow. The cats were huddled at my feet and all was quiet in the house. If every morning could be as pleasant as that, i would be set for life. I'm looking forward to the day when i will have my very own apartment, and mornings like these will be more prevelant.

It think there is a hard task of creating the life you wish to live for yourself and if my life could be full of the very simplicities that elude me at this point, i would be a very happy person.

I'm feeling a little weird today.

Like a little girl who has broken something and now has to explain it to her mother. Or if like my mother has happened upon this blog and seen all the things i have written. Which she hasn't but that is the feeling i have.

Like those moments you are playing hide and seek, and you hear the footsteps upon you. You hold your breath in hopes that they will never find you. If you are lucky, they will turn the other way and you will not be found. If you are unlucky the moment you are discovered is quite frightening. And in that instance you scream.

The weird feeling for me is the holding my breathe part in anticipation of whether they will find me or not. And it is causing my stomach to twist in knots.

I realized that i live life in a shroud of mystery, and the comfort of it's secrecy. But the comfort i revel in so much can be very confusing and frustrating to many.

I was yelled at before because of that. She did it in very joking matter(on of Katherines friends) and i didn't take it to heart. Probably because i knew that in a way she was very right.

But i don't believe i'm a girl with secrets, i believe i'm just a girl who likes to hide. Being front and center to me is more suffocating than finding the right hiding place to hold your breath in for a while.

But what happens when you outgrow your hiding space. When the door opens from where you have been hiding, and you can't even let a scream out.

Like the dude on Real World, it pains me that i make people have to come to conclusions about me and try to figure me out because of I am a very secretive person.

I not only have a wall, i have a safety lock. And sometimes i forget the combination.

So...

i'd like to hide today. Head under covers and listen to the stormwinds come in. And maybe when the storm dies i will feel safe to emerge and evaulate the damage it has caused.

But this storm looks like it's coming in strong, and i've tucked myself in pretty well for the long road ahead of me.

Awkward

Marie has been calling me non stop. Ever since lady in the water, it has been three calls every day. Trying to be a good friend, i figured i should just pick up the damn phone. What happen if it was something really serious. what happens if she needs a friends shoulder to cry on. Maybe her and her boyfriend had a spat. Maybe someone died.

I was hoping it was nothing stupid about her boyfriend. As i mentioned all she talks about on the phone is her boyfriend. I'm beginning to hate her boyfriend, her boyfriends name, the idea of boyfriends in general, i'm beginning to hate my boyfriend, who need i say i don't have at this point, becuase i'm afraid he might make me an obsessed broad like Marie. Though it would be very interesting to write things about him, still talking about my non -existant boyfriend here, i would hate to constantly talk about him. I hate him already and i don't even know him

Imanginagery boyfriend(which i will shorten to IB) ate oatmeal for breakfast.
IB made me mad
IB sleeps funny.
I think Ib might have a secret obsession with collecting bottle caps(????)
Oh...IB how i love you.
IB....how i hate you.

If you see any of these written down when i snag a boyfriend, viturally smack me. Seriously. Don't take Art Boy and South African boy in account.

She is driving me crazy. He is all we talk about. Like tonights conversation.

She called me the whole day. My phone was buzzing, i refused to pick it up, until later today when i drove by my old high school and remember that she was the only person i trusted there. We survived together, and i owe her a simple phone call from time to time.

So i called, expecting her to...i don't know...have an issue to discuss. An issue that did not concern that boy, his face, his name...HIM.

And of course what did we talk about:

Me: hey whats up
Marie: Nothing, what are you doing this weekend.
Me:going to a wedding
Marie: really?
Me: Yeah, why whats happening.
Marie:..."boyfriends" birthday is coming up and we are goinng to a water park......

OMG. Strangle me now. For real. Take whatever string that ties this annoying couple together and just take me out. I won't be mad at you.

God i hope i am not like that. But what if i am? I'm too mortified to ponder that right now.

She spent the next moments talking about it, and then the most awkward silence fell between us. AWKWARD. i was literally like

me:ALL-RIGHT(i dragged it out so long) then, i hope you have fun

Marie:I'm going to go eat, i'll call you later.

What has happened to my best friend. What has happened. First Mel Gibson going all drunk crazy on us, and now this shit. i don't know if i can take it. My comfot is slipping away from me. And it has been replaced with crazy boyfriend crazed BBF, Waterparks, and crazy Gibson.

Damn. Time to sleep. I am doped up on medication for my migrane. 48 hours shall catch me another night. I'd rather fall asleep to quirky Sam from Happy Accidents.

Goodnight.

Writiing at Last!!!

So apparently i write best when i think about my horrible financial state. Which is basically being a normal college student who worries about how to pay for school.

I think when i remember that there are other people out there who have issues paying for school, i don't get to freaked out. But it still sucks real bad.

Whatever the cause, maybe my stressed behavior, has led to a much needed relief from my writers block, and i am finally writing at last. It's been an exciting day, knowing what i am going to write, thinking about the scenes later on that i want to put into my work.

I t's amazing, a little maniac and rushed because i have all these ideas, good, bad, useable, filler, that is literally being thrown at me. I went out and bought the Sigur Ros album Takk... to help me out with the process, and the songs shall guide me as i write. It's great. At the moment my mind is on cloud nine, it feels clear to write because it is focused, which was albeit brought on by stress but whatever works.

I think the script and concept is ...pretty mature for a novice. I'm not trying to make one of those artsy fartsy movies. I'm just trying to write something that shows what more could come from it. I feel like i needed my first attempt at this thing that could show range and style. i think they are the two most important things. Let me just finish the thing first, and then worry about the rest.

I am going to a wedding on Saturday. My mom's cousin, who would be my...i was never good at those things, is getting married. I think his name is Tony. Or something like that. All i know is that he use to make pizza and now he doesn't. I of course am being dragged to it. I have never been to a wedding before. I don't really know what to expect. My mom is more worried about what i am going to wear rather than what she is buying for the husband and wife to be.

No one has faith that i can wear a dress and not look totally uncomfortable in it. Trust me it's hard, but sometimes i want to look girly and frily. Okay not frily, but girly wouldn't be bad sometime. So i have my outfit picked out and i think i looked pretty awesome in it. But no one should fault me if i make the uncomfortable face look. I have pictures when i was younger where it literally seems i am scratchingg my dress off.

Time to go back and write. I would talk about Movie Day with the Old People, but there was no movie day. After arriving to a small room with some chairs and an old tv, i entertained a room of...well no one. I was in there for like 30 minutes while dozens of old people rolled by me. I smiled, sat, bit my nails, and then got bored, packed up and left.

Apparently they don't really watch movies on saturday. They would rather talk with friends or look out windows. I can't really blame them, i figure at that age i'd rather hang out with my friends also and talk about the good old days. They are use to routines and i am not offended that on a lazy saturday afternoon they like to stick with them.

I have a lot more writing to do and should get back to that. I ordered Happy Accidents Tuesday and was happy to see it in the mailbox yesterday. My own copy to watch over and over again.


Yeah.

Happy Accidents

I had the immense pleasure of seeing Happy Accidents this week. It was literally an accident that I even watched the movie. Channel surfing at it's best I noticed a very skinny looking Vincent D'onofrio, who I love love, and Marisa Tomei, who I also love. And so began my love affair with this very strange love story.

Think Terminator but without the actual terminator. That movie is one of my favorites,because of the love story, not so much about the whole future thing. He traveled all those years because he was in love with Sarah Connor. How romantic-ish.

Well that's kind of what this movie is about, except more quirky and funny, then action/sci-fi and naked Arnold.

Ruby(tomei) starts a relationship with Sam(D'onofrio) who is not like most men she has dated. He's afraid of little dogs, listens to weird music, and seems to be amazed by those small things in life that we take for granted. The smell of flowers, how fresh the air is, the sounds of things he has never heard.

But she's neurotic because of past relationships, and well he's from "IOWA" or so that is what he tells her. To make a long and interesting story short, after a few inconsistency in his story, and a name and drawing of some women in his notebook, Ruby becomes suspicious of who Sam really is, and when she asks him what she wasn't expecting was for him to tell her he is from...The future...The distant future, and that he has returned to love the woman(her) whose face from a photograph saved his life.

Romantic.

The movie is so bizarre that I was completely in love with it.My favorite part was when she suggest that he see her therapist when he keeps going on and on about being from the future. So he goes and then later on they have this huge argument because he says something like "I don't think I am the one who needs to see a therapist." Marisa Tomei is amazing as she says "What..the...fuck...did....you...just...say...to...me". It was hilarious, and now I have to say that in any argument that I get it in. Classic.

By the end of it your like is he from the future or f-cking crazy, I didn't even care I was so engrossed by the whole thing, and in love with Vincent's character I was like I'd date him even with the semi-craziness. The ending is really good, but because I am not a spoiler whore(though I wish I could be) I'll save it, just in case anyone rents it or something.

Unfortunately this wasn't meant to be a movie post, I save that for the professionals, I am clearly an amateur at this, but while I was watching the delightful movie I was like "wouldn't that be the perfect love story, why can't my nonexistent soulmate(which I still am kind wishy washy on) be from the future."

Damn the life of a dreamer.

The life of a dreamer can be very frustrating, and in all respect a great let down.

To say I live in my dreams would be the understatement of the year. I rest in them, I live for them, I roll all up in them, and am sometimes very hesitant to take a step back from them. I like to believe in the "what if's" of life, because having sole faith in reality of it can be a bummer.

I feel like I hold back on so many things in life not only because of fear, but because I am expecting something more. I'm expecting those quirky, is this possible things, heart fluttering, not so ordinary moments. Sure not as bizarre(though very interesting) as a time traveler, but something that reminds me of my own belief that yeah life and people can be very commonplace, but there has got to be so unique and refreshing that makes it wonderful. There just has to be. Right?

I feel the life of a dreamer isn't truly complete or fufilling unless we have those moments that holds that belief up. Unless we have those moments that every so often remind us of the beauty, mystery, complexity, spontaneity of life and the people who inhabit it.

I hope those are the moments that fill my life, even if it isn't exactly a time traveler who resembles Vincent D'onofrio. We can dream can't we.

School starts in a couple of weeks, and I am very nervous. Mike wants to know what classes I am taking so he can take one with me, minus all the bad talking I do about him, I'd rather have him in a class with me than anyone else at this time.

My nerves have made it very difficult to sleep, which I am use to, but wish wouldn't occur. I want this year to be a good one.

Tomorrow is movie day with the senior citizens and I'm not looking forward to it, because I am not sure if they will like the movie. They are very hard to please and am expecting someone to say "instead of watching it, can you just summarize it" I might just die. My mom agrees with kbryna that I should play Pirates of the Caribbean. Might be more interesting then Somethings Gotta Give. Who knows.

What I am excited about are; the new leggings I bought because they are amazing. and shamelessly the impending Flavor of Love 2 premiere and Sissy Spacek's singer daughter, Schuyler Fisk , who I remember being the very odd looking member of the Babysitters Club. But her voice is very pretty, and Hello is my new favorite song.

These Walls

Well today was my "reading day" for the senior citizens. Argh!

It wasn't that bad really. It was literally like leading the reading circle when I was in elementary school.

The senior citizens crept in one by one and listened to me read on and on the novel I had chosen. While reading it, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it, I kind of wished I had just read them so romance novel instead.

There were 10 people and after about 30 minutes there were about 6. My voice was killing me by the end of it, and I thought I was going to die from thirst. At the beginning of the book, the older lady suggested I just summarize the story. Maybe she didn't notice that it was about two hundred pages, or more importantly that I had never read the book. I just stared at her blankly and went back to reading the book.

I don't know if they liked it or not, but for the movie choice I have decided to go in a whole new direction. Why be safe with romantic comedies, the more intriguing the better. I see nothing wrong with cursing, fornication, and maybe a car chase or two.A

After my horrible time on Friday with Marie have been...Avoiding her calls. Yes I know avoidant at it's best, but...With her boyfriend she has changed so much, and in an unflattering way.

While watching Lady in the Water with Marie, I guess I noticed the real separation these last two years have really put before us. I recently noticed that it has been a whole year since I started this blog. I had planned to try and sum up the experience in words, but then I forgot and yadda yadda yadda.

Me and Marie talk about the same thing over and over again. She talks about her boyfriend, how much better her school is, her boyfriend, school, drunk friends, boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend, grades, boyfriend. I was pretty frustrated by the end of the night. Noticing that what I thought I wanted( I guess what Marie has now, friends, boyfriend, school) would not actually be what I wanted.

I mean sure I want those things, who doesn't, but I guess I'm noticing that I don't want them as she does. And being made to feel bad about those things from Marie aren't exactly what I call a fun night. Or life for that matter of fact.I don't think she does it on purpose, but it is kind of belittling.

She talks about her high grades and the fact that she can graduate early, she then talks about her boyfriend, then she talks about how her school is ranked higher this year than my school, and how the pre-medical program sucks at my school... Seeing that I don't like either of the schools we attend, I just nod my head and think about something pretty.

She has always done that though. She is really driven and competitive to a fault. I can admire her need to succeed, but I can almost be drowned in it, as I was in highschool. I always felt like the sidekick next to her, like she was secretly competing to be better than me in every aspect of our friendship. And I allowed myself to play second fiddle, because I assumed naturally she was just better at things then I was.

Comparing our lives on the surface she could appear to have everything that I wanted. A boyfriend, great grades, a set of friends to hang out with, and a job that doesn't involved food. But listening to here literally brag about those things, makes me realize how little importance they hold in my life at this present moment.

Sure I would love to have a great set of friends, but no those whose fun is getting drunk because they are too bored to do anything else.

Sure I want a boyfriend, but not one who works, lives, and follows me around like a puppy dog.

Sure I want great grades, but I don't want to kill myself over them. I clearly need a fine balance.

And who doesn't want a wicked cool job.

But I don't feel that I should be put down by her because my wants, I have finally figured out, aren't here's. My definition of happiness is not defined by what I can outwardly show to others, it's something deep down that maybe others won't see at first, but hopefully can see through my own happiness.

Some how i feel stronger writinng that down, like maybe i am slowly declaring my independence from playing second fiddle, and i feel a little clarity in becoming my own individual amongst the group of people in my life who seem to make that very hard.

I wish I could explain that to her, that for our friendship to remain strong she has to stop putting down the decisions I make for my life. I guess that is what unconditional respect and love means to me. That whatever I do, as long as I feel like it is the step I want to take in life should not be belittled.

Sometimes I'm not sure of my decisions, but I am certain of what I want from the friends I go to in crisis. It's understanding and a clarity that will help me find my way through the fog.

And I get lost in the fog often.

Time to write and sleep.

In other unrelated news...

I'm so embarrassed that I have a crush on Teddy Geiger. If he was only 2 years older. But at this rate I am willing to let my "don't date younger guys" rule go for this talented hottie.

Oh Teddy.

M.Night

So I just got back from seeing lady in the water with Marie. I must say that ever since she got a boyfriend she has been...

I don't know how to put it. It's like she has warped into the opposite of what we hated in high school. We hated the couples who together would be a drag to be around. They annoyed us with their hand holding, and holding on to that youthful "when we have kids" crap. But with her she seems to be utterly dull without him.

I guess he was at work and called to she what she was doing. She of course told him that in 30 minutes we would be sitting in a theater watching a movie. He couldn't decide if he wanted to go. The girl they use to hang out with wanted to go, but she still had about an hour left of work to do. He for some reason wanted her to go along and suggested we go to the 9 o'clock showing instead so they could meet us.

He then called back 15minutes later to say that he had changed his mind and didn't want to go and would just hang out at his place. Whatever, boys can be annoying sometimes, especially when they are someone else's boyfriend(he said that together we were men bashers. Aren't men bashers feminists. And I don't like being label a hardcore feminist. some of them are scary. He's now on my "you kind of annoy me list").

After that she seemed kind of disconnected. "Well if he doesn't want to come I guess we'll just continue having a fun time." But without him, Marie failed to bring on the fun. She brought on the bored.

Anyway about M. Night. So Lady in the Water wasn't my favorite movie. It was kind of dragging on and on, and the people next to us were annoying, I hate when the audience laughs at parts that are not funny. It's annoying. A pet peeve of mine; when you laugh just to laugh.

But M.Night has a way of storytelling. That even when you have given up on the movie and or the plot, he surprises you with the slight beauty of it all. Whatever it is. I mean I can list all the bad things about the movie. But the feeling that he evokes trumps it all. It's that feeling of seeing the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, figuring out a hard problem, figuring out what this life is all about, that moment when you feel like you can't breathe because it is caught in your lungs, but you don't care cause you couldn't explain what you wanted to say eloquently enough.

Because even though I walked out feeling like he should have given me more, I felt like what I had received was greater. I think he is a genius storyteller, a little pompous and blatantly confusing(he basically stars in the damn thing) but his vision, his ability to take what is from his heart to film is something I fail miserably at. I fail at expressing what I feel in my heart to others who I desperately want to reach out to. And the whole time I'm watching this bizarre movie it was the only thing I could think of. His movie was about people"s roles in life and figuring it out through the haze.

It was the most amazing part of the whole movie, for people to start figuring out their roles and becoming so finely accustomed to it.

And though the movie is not for everyone, and though it dragged on to no end, and though I almost smacked the lady next to me...He made me want to believe in all the things we are told not to believe in anymore.

I want to believe in fairy tales and bedtime stories, and that somewhere out there we really do have our own place and purpose. Because surprisingly(and I don't think it is a spoiler at all) it is those small characters in life who contribute to the big scheme of it. Whose small roles are actually the big ones in life

They are literally the basis of most of the stuff I write or wish to write in the future.

He makes me want to be a better writer and a believer in the importance in storytelling.

Oh and Paul Giamatti and Bryce Dallas Howard are amazing.

You have been approved!!

Ever since I turned 18, credit card people have been sending me packets of mail about getting a credit card. They make it sound grand, free money! Now! You an get 2000! With a signature and a return address. Just check here and the sky will open up and rain money!

Unfortunately...What they do not happen to tell you during the mail advertisement is that credit cards are tempting, even for the best of us self controlled people. Though I don't fear being tempted, because lets be honest I'm pretty cheap even with money that isn't mine, I hate being forced to do something, or yet be told that it is the better good that I do something. Though I know credit cards probably will help with my nonexistent credit, my mom literally made me sign the damn paper.

And I don't need to get into how horrible my mom is in the financial aspect. But if I must...

It's not even that she is bad with money, because she is. It's not even that she tried to play "what happens if something happens to your father" card, because she did. It's not even that in that aspect of life she is pretty untrustworthy, because she is (we once had a trust fund for college....) But it's just that in every instance of my well being since I have graduated from college, she has been utterly WRONG. I mean wrong people. So wrong that I have suffered, mainly because I listen to her. I don't trust my own gut, so I listen to her and have failed miserably inturn. MISERABLY.

It was I who wanted her to go to the parent/student freshman orientation, it was she who decided against it. Three days later, I'm driving back cursing silently at her while eating a whopper.

It was her who had advised me to continue taking chemistry when I was sure that I couldn't pull my grade up. FAILED MISERABLY.

It was her who said coming back home would mean she would pay for all my tuition. 10grand later and she praising the loan people(who I have to pay back) for paying for my school(though she still tells people she is paying solely for it).

If me and my mother share anything in this world, it is our inability to trust our own gut. I want so badly for my finances, which is no finances at the present moment, to be solely in my hands. I feel like I have the best interest for myself, and kind of know what I a doing, and what I have to do to become independent. But I can't help but feel like this, along with numerous other things, are the thread that I need to cut so I don't get tangled up in so much of my families dependence on me. To succeed, to be happy, to get things going.

In other totally unrelated news I am volunteering as an activities coordinator at an old people's home. Did I mention that old people kind of freak me out. I hate being in the house all day, my brother has taking the car because he has a job and then stays out most of the night. My mom is at work and then to tired to do anything, and my intense ADD has made it very hard to write down a scene from my head onto paper. Blah

So the next best thing was to volunteer from something. I wanted to volunteer for the hospital, but the evil lady at the desk has made that very difficult in the past, and I would like to bypass her as much as possible. So I figured I could volunteer at AnMed to only find out I still have to go to the evil lady to apply. So the next best thing was...OLD PEOPLE?

She wants me to read for them and show them movies. I didn't mention that I only know contemporary books and my collection of movies involves Pirates, Zombies, and a certain Mr. Bean. If anyone has any suggestion, please let me know, or they will be listening to me for an hour read about a Priest in love with a possessed women(seriously) and end up watching Tales from the Crypt season 2.

I'm ashamed that I just type in "OLD PEOPLE" in the Amazon search menu. I have no clue what I'm doing. It didn't help when she said "the last young lady who was suppose to read for them didn't show up. They were so upset." I couldn't live with myself if I let down old people. SHAME.

She recommended Romance Novels, Nicholas Sparks(who I loathe) was a name she brought up often and then showed me a Bridges of Madison County(????) novel she had in her office.

NOOOOOOOOOO!

I get it, there at that age near the BIG ONE. But, do we have to kill them early with a Nicholas Sparks book, or movie.

recommendations please.