Let it be

I expect too much from people.  Just because I would do anything for the people I care about doesn't mean they are willing to do the same.  I don't even ask for that much, just an hour here, an hour there... Apparently that's too much to ask.  My bad.

As happy as I can be with the way things are going for me lately, someone around me is always making me feel insignificant.  I honestly feel like sometimes I would be completely content with just packing up and moving out of here and never communicating with anyone from my past again.  

Relationships between people change.  I wish I had an easier time accepting that.  I think I just let myself get too attached.

What a week.

My icon has died, and with him, so has my childhood.  Sometimes I feel a little silly, because I am so incredibly sad about the loss of Michael Jackson.  I didn't know him, but I have spent 20 years being influenced by his music and his message.  I guess that's reason enough to mourn.  Cody and I made t-shirts to remember him by.

I truly love living downtown.  It's so easy to find a good adventure, and one only has to walk about a block to do it.

I have just about the easiest job in the world, but taking 40 6 and 7 year olds to any public place is just asking for trouble.  Whoever decided that age group would enjoy three hours at a Redhawks game in 90 degree heat where they couldn't play on the playground and could only go to the concession stand once is clearly delusional.  The pool is a more kid-friendly environment, but the minute we get in the water, I have 10 kids all clinging to me saying, "Take me to the deep end!"  They don't understand why all 10 of us can't go at the same time without drowning.

Ah, sweet summertime...

Children

Sometimes my job makes me really excited to be a mom.  Other times it makes me want to rip out my uterus and stomp on it.

The people living in the apartment above me sometimes have squeaky bed sex.  Part of me wants to slip a note under their door telling them, because maybe they aren't aware.

straight up and dirty

God bless Twitter.  Not only does it allow me to inform my followers of my day-to-day activities, but it also gives me a chance to send out mass drunk texts to my friends, as well as strangers.  Genius.  My personal favorite Tweet to date is either "I made my drink into a sandwich" or Caroline's tweet "Beef is delirious", both which occurred in the same night.  Rock stars.

Sometimes I look at my family and ask myself, "How the hell am I not adopted?!?"  

I recently made a list of qualities I look for in a potential mate, and came to the conclusion that the chances of someone fulfilling all of my requirements and being straight are slim to none.  I spent an hour trying to revamp this list, and the only thing I changed was height requirements.  I am now accepting males with heights falling in the range of 5'8"-6', instead of 5'10"-6'.  Clearly, this opens up a door to many new possibilities.

Graduation season is upon us, and with that brings multiple afternoons and evenings of too much free food and awkward encounters.  The free food usually outweighs the awkward encounters, although sometimes not by much.  In the state of our economy, it is nice to know that some people can still afford to have an open bar with drinkers served by a tuxedo-clad bartender at their open house.  Gives me hope for the future.

(818): i woke up in his bed, he had my shirt on

(818): and high school musical 3 was playing on his lap top

www.textsfromlastnight.com is the greatest thing that the internet has given me since Bo Burnham and Mirandasings08.  It's comforting to know that there are people in this world that text their friends more embarrassing things than I do while intoxicated.

Summer Reading List

*Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand ( started it last year too close to finals and didn't finish it.  This time, I will succeed.)

*A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce (I can't guarantee I'll finish this one.  I couldn't finish Ulysses.)

*Choke by Chuck Palahnuik

*The Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugenides (read Middlesex, loved it.)

*Until They Bring the Streetcars Back by Stanley Gordon

To be continued...

In other news, school is almost done and I have been writing a lot more lately as a stress reliever, mostly poetry, mostly angst-ridden and mysterious.

Corporate Coffee Love Story

Inject your caffeine into my veins and

Slow-drip through my body

Energize me.

Awaken me from my espresso dreams and

Brew in me a vision of 

The future.

Drink me down, greedily guzzle

Savor the flavor, but be careful

I'm hot.

When you get to the bottom and I am empty

I hope I leave you wanting, craving, needing

More.