Diaries of a what?

by beadriana
A journal or a diary has always been with me, hidden in my nightstand under some magazines or in plain sight in the arrangement of books I have set up on my dresser. When I was little, I'd keep receiving newer journals and diaries to use and so I never got past more than five pages of writing before switching to another.

Once I was in my freshman year of high school I started writing in my latest journal after three years of not. Now, every once in a while when something important in my life happens, I pick it up and write. It helps me vent things that are inappropriate for the blogging community, either family issues or things I'd like to remember reading back on my life. It's not often we look back on our blog entries to reminisce about the good old times.

I'm mentioning all of this because I have the compulsion to write in it again. I have something I need to vent out, but I can't here. It's too complicated, I'm sorry.

This upcoming semester shouldn't be too difficult for me to keep up with blogging. Work has agreed to bring down my hours so I could have time to write this huge research paper, among other things.

Lastly, I thought I should mention that I finished reading Mockingjay today and have to admit that I officially cried over every book in the trilogy. Because I'm an idiot who really gets into what she's doing.

You'd have never guessed.

by Andrea H.
I can't believe myself. I'm reading Twilight again. And it's not as if I actually have time to finish the entire series or anything before school starts for me on Tuesday. There isn't. Just enough for the first book and perhaps half of the second, which I am not at all interested in reading. It's my least favorite of the lot. I'm rather too fond of Edward to be deliberately devoid of him for the better part of the book.

My other thought before this urge was to reread Harry Potter, but my friend Michelle finally returned the Twilight books back to me after a year when we got together for lunch the other day.

Poor girl, we were exactly alike in middle school. She hasn't changed a bit, but I have noticed how much I have now that I'm foiled beside her. I'm more independent and grown up than I was, and I'm much less shy. Much, much less, but she still is, and we share a bond of middle school alikeness that she seems to cherish so much from the evidence of her hesitant goodbyes. I feel so heartless to say that I don't feel like the bond is as strong as it used to be for me. I don't see her very often, and I've changed while she hasn't. It makes me so sad. Can anyone relate to how I feel about this?

My mom has let me down yet again about these trips to places I would love to go to. That is, the whole museum tour of Europe. It's not going to happen, but I can't blame her because it's a matter of money. The trip would be so expensive and with all the projects we're working on around the house and other things, now is just not the right time. So instead, we're planning on taking a trip to Washington D.C. next April. According to my mom, the place is teeming with amazing things to tour and admire, so hopefully it won't be a complete let down. I was so very excited to see Europe, but it looks like I'll just have to do it some other day when I can pay my half in full.

The local park doesn't hold much of a variety of flowers at this moment in the season, nor any new ones, but my brother and I still went and I still managed to take photos that I'm rather fond of, even if the general population of DeviantART isn't.



I included the last picture because it's of a tree that resembles an elephant. It was so bizarre.

Does anyone else admire Lily Allen's music? I don't personally listen to it on a regular basis, but when it ever crosses my path it always makes me smile because she's so very offensive in a so very upbeat way. Plus, her voice is amazing.

I made it just for you.

by Michal Huštaty
Remember that cute brown and pink dress that I bought for an upcoming wedding? Well, I just now realized that I own a scarf that matches perfectly with it and is even formal enough. Total effin' coincidence.

I'm feeling really good right now... A bunch of nice things are happening, so it kind of overturns most of the cruddy stuff.

1. Last sunday at work at 5:30 in the morning, Johnathan asked me if I like anything at Starbucks. "A vanilla bean frappaccino or a raspberry hot chocolate, yes." So he bought me a raspberry hot chocolate. Made my several days. Plus, Tracy wasn't there that morning. Yay!

2. My mom is making me go to the gym, now. She's paying for the membership and I need to get back in shape, so I say why not. Anyway, I grab my old tennis shoes from the corner of my closet and realize once I'm at the gym that the soles are literally disintegrating all over the floor and equipment. It was the most hilarious and tragic thing I had witnessed all day. Consequentially, I threw them out on the way to the car and my mom bought me new $150 running shoes that same day. Good thing they're very comfortable.

3. After all these months, I finally finished my interest statement essay letter thing! YAY! Now I just need to set up some sort of job shadowing session before sending off my applications.

4. The other night, I had fourteen hours of sleep. It was heavenly.

5. I have a new drawing! The nose or mouth could probably use some revisiting, but I'm really happy with the rest of it.


6. We have a bunch of new hires at work, most of which bother the hell out of me, except for Rusty. His handsome face and quirky sense of humor distracts me from my opinion of his work ethic.

Yes, I'm alright.

by Nikoline
Graduating is a pretty big deal after being in school your entire life. A little celebration is in order. Well, my mom came up with the idea of a museum tour of Europe. WHAT?! AWESOME!!!

Yes, I am so unbelievably excited to go to Madrid, Paris, and London. Of course, it's not all said and done--my mom needs to make sure that she'll be able to get the two weeks off from her new job.

Meanwhile, my own job is a flump. If that's a word. I used to look at my job as being either good or bad depending on who else is there that day. But now that all the cool people have gone or switched departments, it's always super lame and nauseatingly excruciating to endure a shift. My back pain that I get from working is not masked by any delight to be near awesome people because they are not there. I cannot work with my boss and many of the newer employees. I need a change, but I don't see any forks in the road any time soon.

Today I got together with a friend of mine who is transferring to UC Berkeley in two weeks. We went to go see The Other Guys. It was pretty funny. Not as funny as Dinner for Shmucks, which was freakin' hilarious. But she returned the Twilight saga I lent her to read over the past year and recommended The Hunger Games, although I'm not sure she was too convinced by its supposed greatness.

No productivity this week, it seems, outside of my joining a gym today for the sake of my mom's satisfaction. I haven't written any more of the essay. I've just been editing homes and towns on The Sims 3, music hunting on iTunes to find Au Revoir Simone, A Girl Called Eddy, and Maria Taylor, as well as browsing YouTube and finding charlieissocoollike singing on his ukelele, nerimon ridiculing the Twilight book, hilarious Old Spice guy q&a sessions, and a video of Jackie Evancho singing on America's Got Talent.

Frankly, I'm a bit bored. I ought to watch Inception again.

PS: William was fired already, hahaha. Silly William.

But they're back now.

by Mari
The last two days in this house were spent just to myself. My folks were out of town and my brother was staying at a friend's house. The whole atmosphere of the house seemed to change when there wasn't anyone else there--a bit eerie. Perhaps the house is haunted? My brother saw a ghost here once.

ANYWAY! I've been fairly productive. Granted, I haven't written a single word more on my interest statement for medical dosimetry programs whose applications are due December 1st, BUT! I went to school to buy my textbooks for the fall semester as well as a parking permit. I paid my bills. I read the new Naruto chapter. I got my tire pressure checked because the light was on. I watched Kick-Ass (it was really, really funny). AND! I went to AAA for some discounted tickets to Six Flags.

Yep, I'm going to Six Flags tomorrow. With a friend of mine, her name is Jade. Cool name. I might name one of my kids Jade some day.

The other day I was in the break room, minding my own business, sitting at the table in the corner kicking sudoku's ass, when one of my coworkers whom I do not often converse with was compelled to inform me that I have been asked about.

"Yeah? By who?"

"One of the new hires. William."

"Huh."

"He was asking if you were taken. I didn't know. Just thought I should tell you."

Well. Now every time I see this dude at work, I'm wondering what to do and experimentally how long it would take for him to chat me up more than "So... sudoku, huh?"

Don't really know anything at all about him, except that he's had four years of college. So. Yep. *cough*

Anyone looking forward to "Vampires Suck"? I know I am.