Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Tired

I guess everything was pretty exciting at the start of the year..and things still are! I just..I don't know. Somee things just aren't the same anymore. My schedule is becoming more hectic and I'm getting less sleep during the week. Weekends, too, sometime. There is a speech tournament this weekend. I will probably disappoint again. And I feel terrible for that.

I'm just so tired. Of everything. Absolutely everything and everyone. Well, almost everyone. I'm not becoming annoyed with everyone just..I don't know. I should probably be writing this stuff elsewhere, huh.

Sigh. Whatever.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Uh. Hi.

I don't feel like sleeping.

I'm such a night owl. Hm.

And I don't really know what the purpose of this post is.

My roommate is asleep. She's pretty cool. We get along well.

OH. Three day weekend is coming up. Actually, today is Friday. yeee. Only four of us will be left in our small hall. What will I do? Maybe I'll hang with the kids upstairs. Maybe not. Maybe I'll get some door signs done. Maybe not.

I would really like to make those lemon bars soon.

And I really want to use the word 'hella.' But I refuse to. Sometimes it'll slipped. I think it's slipped maybe 3 or 4 times when I've been around people. A lot of times, to myself, I'll let "I'm hella tired" slip from my mouth. Only because I'm so tired that I forget not to use the word. Damnit. lol.

Oh. I got a job. :)

Yeah, that's it.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

New Home

I officially declare UOP my new home. Since I no longer feel like I have a home in SoCal anymore - my family has dispersed in all directions. My mom is at my grandma's, my two older bros have their own apartment, my other bro and sister are both OOS for school and I'm up here, at UOP. While I stayed at my grandma's for the rest of my summer after the move, it's not home.

I went back to socal for the weekend. I visited my old home - where a new family now resides. It tore my heart a little, to see that my pink doll house no longer pink, to see that there was a foreign (to my eyes) car in the driveway, to see new porch lights and actual furniture on the balcony. To know that I couldn't just walk up to the door, unlock it, walk in, yell "hi 'ma, i'm home!" and walk straight up to my room and just chill, well. It actually hurt.

I lived in that house for over nine years of my life that have been especially dear to me. So much as happened in that house. It was, truly, a home. My home.

I still can't believe that a new family lives there now. Damn.