mandi thomas is not my lover. she's just a girl who claims that "I am the one."
maybe there's a God above, but all I've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
the [Queen] of wishful thinking.
I would have never believed this before I came to Arizona. When I think about the way I cried and said there wasn’t any school I wanted to go to more than USF… Some of my friends told me I would end up where where I was supposed to be and I didn’t believe them. Here I am at ASU and now I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I know in my heart this is where I’m supposed to be.
God is good. All the time.
can I please, please, PLEASE just find and lock in an apartment in Tempe so I can enjoy this time and not spend it freaking out about being homeless???!?! jesus.
spending a night in with a collection of recent CSI episodes on demand to keep me entertained and a boatload of statistics homework I gotta get done before monday. another semi-upsetting evening with my family and general feelings of loneliness make me really tempted to text Pat, but I know nothing good would come of it. way to stay strong, I guess.
I’m starting to think maybe Arizona is a good idea. (for reasons that actually have nothing to do with Pat. maybe that’s progress in itself.) I feel like one of my main reasons for wanting to stay close in San Francisco this next year is because of my desire to be close to my family. but maybe that’s not such a good idea. back in high school and after I first graduated, all I wanted was to get away from my parents. move somewhere like New York or LA and never look back. as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more appreciative of them and more family-oriented. but lately I feel like being around my family isn’t such a good thing. my siblings are pretty rude and spoiled and all they do is make fun of me. I’m tired of being the butt of all their jokes. why am I so concerned with being around this people that make me feel like shit? maybe I actually had it right the first time around. who knows?
