| hello livejournal, it's been a while. paper journal is getting neglected too.
life is still good and really really hard.
hello, paul mitchell school. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment   |
| i've started writing in my paper journal more. it feels good to record how i'm feeling, you know, irl.
i get married in three months and a day. holy cow. that's crazy. i'm so happy.
doug came over the other night to bring some of my stuff back, but mostly to say goodbye. he gave me the saddest hug with tears running down his face. "i love you" he said simply, and then kissed me on the forehead. "be happy". and then he walked out. it made me so sad. not like i-made-the-wrong-decision sad, but just sorry-i-had-to-be-the-one-to-teach-you-that-people-leave sad. we weren't good together but he's very nice and he's going to make someone very happy someday. and i'm happy with what i have. unquestionably.
i can't stop listening to manchester orchestra's "colly strings".
i move in six days. soon i'll have a home for good. in another person. that's a good feeling.
i'm doing so good right now in life. so's my brother. i hope the next few years bring only good things for all of us. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| i got to go camping this weekend with a bunch of dudes and i totally loved it. it made me feel ten, because what does every girl want to do when she's ten? run around in the woods all day. it was super fun.
still waiting for the ring. i'm starting to look around every bush, though. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | i never thought i'd say it, but i'd rather be back in idaho. the next five months are going to be long and hard. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | so i think mike and i are getting married in january. the 'i think' only refers to january. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | mike doughty | | Time: | 09:45 am | | Current Mood: | stoked! |
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| | i....move....TOMORROW!!! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i think i am doing better, overall....but tonight i'm sad.
i am having really drastic backslides.
get a grip, erin!
this move will be so good for me. at least, that's what i keep telling myself. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| wow. he and i are compatible in so many new ways.
plus he took the most gorgeous photo of the salt lake temple i've ever seen. kylie, you'd love him. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i never, ever want to forget the last...oh...51 and a half hours.
life is so good. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 10:46 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/blue/sad.gif) crushed |
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| someone broke into my car.
my satellite radio. my passport. my purse. my new drivers license. 4 credit cards. my checkbook. my social security number. all gone. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| all my time is spent driving, working, at the gym, or on a snowboard. i have consumed ungodly amounts of red vine licorice in the last month. yumm.
i wanna make out with more swoopy haired boys. or more men with beards. both would be nice, thanks.
this next month: the ataris, linbeck, hot rod circuit, tattoo appointments, sharing time, birthdays, mediated visits with father, etc etc. i am excited. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| so. after spending copious amounts of time with morgan over the past week, most of it spent snowboarding (ie, him helping me wobble down the hill), he shows up at my house tonight to drop off a birthday card. for reference, inside was a small band-sized pin that said "maxwell murder" and the card read "you know what number to call if you ever need anything. happy birthday etc. morgan". i hope someone reading this listens to rancid so they get the reference.
anyways, while standing on my porch recieving said card, i said something about hanging out this week. he turned bright red and slowly mumbled out how he couldn't....he was going to provo the entire weekend to visit the girl he's dating. shocker. awesome. i played it off and he slunk off with his tail between his legs.
so...a few hours later, he calls. "what are you doing for your birthday tomorrow night?" nothing, i tell him, we did the celebrations tonight because i work tomorrow and people are sort of scattered. "come up and snowboard with me". wtf? um? did i hear that right? he launched into a speech starting with "well....what i wrote in that card...i'm serious. i don't do much and you can call me anytime to hang out." i had a temporary sanity lapse and agreed to go up for a few hours with him. driving separately, thank you v much. so then, here i am thinking, of course ! he's in love with me and can't live without my company (or something of the sorts). i tried to remember manners and thanked him for inviting me, and for using one of his voucher passes to pay for my ticket tomorrow. the reply? "oh sure. i just thought it would suck for you to be alone on your birthday." hold the phone. what did he just say to me? that i got a pity invitation from someone who's in-a-relationship-thank-you-very-much because he knew i'd be alone on my birthday? firstly, what's going on dude?! secondly, who cares if i was gonna be alone on my birthday?! certainly not me! honestly, i really do have a lot of people who wanted to hang out (okay, not a lot, but certainly not none) and i didn't mind having a night to unwind. i've had the last five days off and i've been going nonstop, including driving down to salt lake and spending some time with my dad's family for the bday stuff. it just really upset me that i got extended the courtesy invitation. i'm thinking i'll call and cancel. or have a freak out while he's on the lift and can't go anywhere.
well. great way to usher in the next solar cycles of my life. all i get for 21 is a new drivers license. and apparantly more effed-up people who want to quasi-date. thanks, kismet. happy birthday to me. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| i didn't think he could hurt me that bad.
i was wrong. hm. that's too bad. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | i just spent time in a room with mike, morgan, and ben. all at once. i'm going to go cry my face off. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| all i do is listen to john waite and try to think of mean things to say in retaliation. unfortunately most of the mean things are true.
he got everything he ever wanted. everything he ever planned on getting. i shouldn't still be surprised. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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