We Live on Front Porches

We really do. Sometimes back ones, as well. But that's just what we do.

Good news. The return button works again.

Once, many years (two) ago, I wrote an entry on the loss of my cellular device at the time, commonly known as Norbert. Norbert was a good phone. Ghetto as hell, but he worked. Usually. Where he went that day was unknown until only a few hours ago, when he was discovered in the car of Dan Galmo. Amazing, isn't it? After all these years, my poor cell phone was found in his car. I find it amusing. There's nothing really to be done at this point about it. Except rub it into my parents' faces that Norbert was not stolen, but rather misplaced. Which means that though I have had five phones, now only one of the five was actually lost forever. To a crackwhore in Cleveland. Though I am just waiting for the police to call or something and be like... um... yeah we brought some woman in for prostitution... she had your phone. So you can like, have it back. That would make my day if that actually happened.

I woke up sick again, though just managed to eat some veggie burgers. I love veggie burgers. They are so good. Yummy in my tummy.

Clearly, there's not much to write about. It's the same thing everyday. Work. Hanging out on people's porches. Internet. Sleep. But the sleep part usually lasts for maybe an hour a day. I was flipping through my horoscope and the wellness one said, "be cautious of your emotional state, and don't let it affect your sleep." Ooooops. I suck at that. I'm super emo, though honestly, sitting at home watching some Jimmy Neutron movie cheered me up significantly. I just wish I didn't have to work tonight. In two hours. Errg. I can only hope I'm set free early, but it looks doubtful at best.

You know, I'm not clear on why I went back to writing in this. No one ever actually reads it. Maybe it just makes me feel better to write in it. These days I feel like I don't have any friends left to rely on or to share stuff with. Which is not to say I don't have friends- I'm not that pathetic- but I just don't have ones that I feel trusting of. There are two people I always know I can share with, and one of them is 5,000 miles away in the heart of the Middle East and the other has her own problems and doesn't need mine. I really don't like talking to people about whatever's bothering me (which, right now, I'm not entirely sure what it is) but sometimes it's the only way to feel better. Maybe if I could just find someone to talk to I wouldn't be so sick. I have a constant pit in my stomach, a constant feeling of nausea. (and a complete inability to spell, forgive me) I think I'm not really sick physically, but so emotionally sick that it manifests itself in my physical well-being. I am not a stable person, am I? I only wish I was. I wish I was a lot of things. Most notably, not myself.

So I guess that's why I dump on this bloge. Ironic, perhaps, as it is technically accesable (okay, eff spelling, seriously) to the whole internet yet no one ever looks at it. I don't blame them. I wouldn't. But it's here, just waiting in case one day someone cares.

They Call 'Em Rouges

This morning I stumbled upon my blog again in an interesting way. I started typing the link for facebook into the search engine, when my fingers just began typing the link to my blog instead. It was odd. But I visited it anyway, and I found that just yesterday Shannon left me a comment, noting that I used to spend a lot more time writing in here than I do now. This, naturally, made me feel a little ashamed, as I have had this bloge since I was a lowly high school freshman and now, here I am, about to be the same thing, but for college, and I have already abandoned my roots. And I'm not even leaving Ohio. Because it's for lovers, and that's what I am. Sometimes. also annoying is the fact that I cannot aparently use the return button to go down a line. so there is going to be a lot of akward spacing, I apologize. Anyway. The summer has been going on for approximately forever at this point. I haven't been in school since Genesis,really, so it's been well over a month since I did anything realatively intelegent. I did manage to get a job, at a nice restaurant on Clifton, and it's pretty fun as I work with Trish, Caitlin, Kristen, and Skoch. We make things fun. Plus the rest of our co-workers are... interesting at least. Which makes things fun. Let's see, what else? I came down with a nice flu the last few days- I got up to 104 on the thermometer before my fever broke at 4 am yesterday. It was sweet. And did having a temperature stop me from going out? No, of course not, I spent the evening freezing away on Ed's porch with Kristen because all the other guys needed male bonding time... I thought only girls did that whole "single-sex night out" thing. Anyway, I'm stillcoughing up delicious phlem, which I jsut sneezed onto my keyboard and so my spacebar isn't working. And none of you wanted to know that. But no one actually reads this. So whatever. Um, yeah, let's see. Not a whole lot more. Lots and lots of grad parties, which are a blast. I had mine this past weekend- I feel bad, I never sent out invites and I feel as though people might be a bit bitter about that. Oh, well. They only missed canoe rides and Qdoba. okay. that's all I've got. forgive the spacing. I'm giving up on this until my computer gets fixed, which will hopefully be after the great trip to the East Side this weekend.