Patrick (from CA) is my herpes.

Amanda and I are going to hang out and gush about Keith Urban.

School is done for the week. Yay!

Big E on Saturday.

I love Justin.

Went to class, came back home. I love how Wednesdays are so short.

I have a meeting at Justin's uncle's house tonight. I'm rather excited for that. I haven't seem Emily or Jennifer in a couple weeks.

But for now, I think I'm going to go to Sarge's to pick up a few things, then I'm going to eat lunch and sit on my ass till 6:30.

Call my cell if you feel like doing anything.

Oh yes, and this rainy weather business needs to stop now. I feel all lethargic and useless. Damn low pressure systems. I can't get anything done like this.

I was reading back through people's LJs today. A long way back. Years back.

I miss being needed. By anyone. I read stuff and I forgot what it's like to be cared for like that.

I love being in love, and being loved, but I miss the wild infatuation sometimes.

I should probably go to school now.

I just feel so lethargic right now. I'd really like nothing more than to sit around all day and play video games.

But, alas, I have to go to school.

I'm working tonight from 6:00-9:45. Maybe when I get home I'll post something with meaning, or that at least isn't a boring reacp of my boring day.

Staying home now. I have to babysit. It's just as well. I'm tired and Crystal has to work ass early in the morning.

I should go call Baby.

So this weekend at UConn, my car got broken into and a few things were stolen. I thought just my work clothes were gone.

Oh, how wrong I was.

My backpack got stolen, and I had to call Mr. Richard today to have him pay for the replacement of my history books. Not a good conversation. Things are not going well with him at all.

*sigh* So all my homework got stolen as well, which sucks hard because I have a large bunch of history journals due in about half an hour. I can't redo them in under 3 hours, so I guess I'll have to put them in Patsouris's mailbox tomorrow.

Not happy. Grr. I don't want to redo all that work.

Class, then staying over at Crystal's place.

However, Justin and I went to a flea market yesterday, and I found a copy of BT's "Movement In Still Life" for $5. That made me happy.

Back from UConn, as I had to work tonight. But no work tomorrow! I'm so excited.

Justin and I are going to go mini-golfing tomorrow. Because we're too cool for words.

Other than that, Justin came over after work and fixed my mom's computer, then we played a butt-lot of FFX. I'm almost 78 hours in now. I'm awesome.

I think I'm going to watch a movie.

Had wonderful. Relaxing. Sex.

I feel like melting right now.

I finished it! It's so hot.

Special prize to whoever tells me what the theme is.

I now have a paid account, so I'm trying to rework the layout again. I REALLY need someone to show me how to do transparencies.

This just isn't going well.

Other than that, I'm at UConn, and my cell's off. If you need me, IM me at KarmaRig.

Check the layout. I think it sucks. I need to learn to do transparencies.

Cleaning, then driving Ashley to UHa tomorrow, then UConn for the night.

Matt IMed me. As in Guitar Matt from UHa. He apologized. I feel wonderful.

Fall is easily my favorite season.

It felt like fall today. I could smell burning woodstoves somewhere and the air was cool. I got to wear a sweater and my big UGG-ly boots.

I'm thinking that in the next few weeks, I'm going to need to take a trip out to Clyde's Cider Mill. I'll do what I do there every year. I'll buy a gallon of cider, buy a few pumpkins, and then I'll sit under one of the big trees on the hill and watch people run by the pumpkin patch and watch the little kids play in the leaf piles. Cider is delicious.

Day tripping it to the cider mill is such a New England thing to do.

I love watching the leaves turn. I like the smell in the air. I like that it's starting to get cold.

It's stuff like this that reminds me that I can never leave New England permanently. I'd miss this too much.

Today is the two-and-a-half year mark for me and Justin.

Happy to you, Baby.

I'm here. Getting myself edumacated.

Crystal and I behaved yesterday. We actually went to history.

Don't know what else to talk about really, there's not too much new going on. Just thought I'd update so everyone knows I'm not dead.

I think I want to have lunch at Olde Tymes today.

Hahahaha oh lordy. I just ran to the bathroom in the library to blow my nose. It's a one person bathroom, and out of NOWHERE, the toilet just flushed. I guess it has a sensor on it or something, and I walked by it. That just scared the shit out of me.

I'm babbling.

The band competition was wonderful. I had a great amount of fun.

Now we're back at UConn, playing FFX.

I'm going to lay around tomorrow and be very, very, very lazy.

I'm rather excited.

I'm here again, after openly defying my mother tonight, who said that I couldn't come see Justin this weekend.

I was all like "Check it, bitch, I've had the worst week ever, so I'm not taking this crap."

And off I went. Now here I am.

Volunteering at the band competition tomorrow.

Justin and I are now playing FFX. We had amazing sex about an hour ago. I'm quite content.

In the past day, my father kicked me out of the house, changed the locks, and packed up all my shit for me. So I'm moving back in with my mother. He had a fit, decided that I'm too much like my mom for him to handle, and he got rid of me. But this isn't the worst part.

He stole Bear from me.

I got to the house last night with a police escort because my mom and gram didn't think I was safe to go without one, because he'd been drinking all day. Mission was to pick up my clothes and books for the next few days and to get Bear and take her over to Gram and Bear Bear's.

He decided at the last minute to take my cat from me. He took her to someone's house, and he won't tell me where she is.

Then he told me I'd never see her again.

I've never cried like this in my life. My apartment is gone, my freedom is gone, and my cat is gone.

I've decided that it really ISN'T my job to babysit my 42 year old father anymore.

I shouldn't have to take care of him.

So I won't. I'm tired of the fights at 1:00am over nothing, I'm sick of being thrown towards the door so he can drag me to L&M; to prove to me via blood test that he's not drunk, even though he always is. I'm no longer letting my life be dictated by a manic, alcoholic, bi-polar wack job. I can't deal.

I need to put my own health and peace of mind before his.

From this point on, I think I'm just going to try to think of him as a really shitty roommate, and hopefully by next semester, I'll be able to move out anyway.

I'm coming first from now on. End of story.

Me and Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonade need to have a date.

Like now. Mr. Lemonade and I only had a quickie this afternoon at Crystal's.

Good LORD I'm sad right now.

I demand that someone come cheer me up.

Please?