This poor abandonded blog. I'll try to be more faithful to it when whorish facebook keeps flashing me. Things are different and yet the same. Two more years of college then I have to start looking at med schools. Well actually I should be looking right now but I don't want to grow attached to one when it is hard enough to get in. Probably an area of major stress because I don't think there is anything I'm going to face that will be more difficult or intimidating than the admissions board. But this is another matter for another day.

Today however, I think I can finally enjoy summer. Nice weather, kind of nice paycheck, and good friends to go on drunk adventures with. Not to mention I'm completely single. Probably the most liberating fact. No more answering to someone or waiting on someone. I get to be completely selfish and self-serving and think nothing of it.

On another note, there's a lot to look forward to next month; this month is going to be for saving money. I have the warped tour, my spa day, and to finish it off one of my good friends from college is visiting. So here's to being completely broke for a month full of random shit. Ah well easy come easy go.

Anything else...? I think this might be the end for now. Just a short bit about my life to pass the time. Hopefully it won't be as long till the next entry.

Until next time . . .

Am I ready for this?

Are we ready for this?

Until next time . . .

I'm always told that people come into your life for a reason. So was the reason you came into my life to catalyze my relationship I'm in now? Or is there another reason, unknown, that down the road you will come back in and change things around again. Did you play your role and now it's finished? I doubt that.

I feel that no one comes into your life for a specific reason. That is just the rambling of people's thoughts as they reflect on the past, trying to make sense of the mess that occurred. Isn't that what people always try to do? Interject meaning into everyday life, to give us something to hope for?

But life is not like books or movies or television shows. There are no characters you have to pay close attention to, no small forshadowing of future events. Life is just what happens. The person next to you on the subway will not turn out to be your friend or unknown relative. You won't see them again. They will not dramatically change your life or come back years later to tell you something important.

So I can't really explain to myself why I still think about you or why I find myself thinking about the what if's. We didn't meet for me to discover something significant about myself or about life. Because we were a random chance and in reality, people don't get second chances.

Until next time . . .

Either call me.

Or get the hell out of my head.

I'm making a comeback to New York in August.

Permanently.

Until next time . . .

Lighten up. Life is never as bad as it seems. Put away your tissues and stop dwelling. If you have one person in this world that you can talk to, then don't spend your time in self pity, spend it in service to others who have it worse off than you. And believe me, there is always someone worse off than you; you just need to take your head out of your diary and see it. Life isn't worth living if you spend it in the dark. Be thankful you're alive, able to hear and walk and see on your own. You don't like how your life is going then do something different. No situation is hopeless unless you make it. Don't be ignorant.

Until next time . . .

Well I'm out for the summer and so incredibly happy that my mom decided to move us here to the middle of no where so we could be alone and miserable together. So far on my vacation I've seen absolutely no one, dyed my hair, drove around, and shopped for grocerys. Fucking exciting right?

And to top it off I can't go anywhere because I need to find a nice summer job to really anchor me in Cleveland so I can barely go anywhere else. Isn't that something to look forward to?

It's good to know everyone else is getting out of school and having fun, wouldn't want anyone else out there to be miserable.

Guess I'll just have to find something to occupy my time since I don't know the next time I'll see anyone around here except for my wonderful stepsister on weekends.

Life's just peachy.

Until next time . . .