the one who makes everything right.

my weekend was great. laughter, sadness, love, and good company. at the beginning, i found myself sprinting through penn station, eagerness and anxiety fueling every stride, every jump over rolling luggage. i made the train with minutes to spare. it's funny in retrospect because it only saved me an hour, but what a great hour it was. realizing what that hour meant to me makes me want to wake up in the morning to see the face that makes me happiest. i never thought i would ever be in this situation. the girl who once never showed she cared now makes herself sick with the thought of wanting permanent security and someone always at her side in bed. questions are like a violent storm in my mind. what are these feelings? what does this all mean? why do things change? am i doing too much? is this right? is this normal? why do i cry? am i sad or angry? i just want to go home. and i don't know which home i want more.

i'm pretty sure that out of all this, for once in my life, i am happier than i have ever been. pretty sure this is what i needed. pretty sure i don't want this to change.

Does anybody think Jonathan rhys meyers is a fox? What about patrick dempsey?

My laptop is literally three feet away from me. But in the most serious way I just don't feel like reaching for it and changing the awkward way in which i'm sitting to put it on my lap. Thus, I will put phone updating to use. I'm watching New York Goes to Work right now. Worst show ever. Next week she might be a pet groomer. It just reminded me about how i'm on a 2-4 year plan right now to get a dog. I went to the pet store the other day with Betty and Ian and absolutely fell in love with a pekignese puppy, so i'm gonna get one. Why such a long wait? I'm petrified that something bad will happen and I won't be able to afford puppy medical bills, so I wanna wait to get one until I have a full-time well-paying job. God I can't wait! And fuck this show is stupid.

and so are mobile updates. my post is all split up! lame!

it's pretty much official. i've been in and/or on my bed for 24 hours.

let's see how long i can keep this going. assless tights are retarded. i just wanted to say that. there's no point.

massachusetts has been boring to me today. when i wake up in the morning i want to try to get the old wet sponge smell away from the sink. i don't know what's causing it or where it's coming from, so that could become quite an event.

before i go to bed i'm going to study french on my ipod. yes. oh and now i can update this thing from my phone so hopefully i won't go dead blog until at least september HALLELU.