twin high maintenance machines

i've found my new crack: the hallmark channel show called adoption, real families, real stories.
it's so great for crying.
i watched this morning instead of going to class.

i'm looking forward to my 4 day weekend and lots of sleep.

mourning

r.i.p. beloved rugby sweatshirt, marred on the front by a spill of rubber cement. i hate stupid rubber cement.

i am sick again. i suppose it it my own fault for working with snotty-nosed kids.

i wish i had more skillz.

nuances

sometimes it feels like i live my life between periods of friend crushes, when all i want is for a certain person to think i'm worth the trials of friendship. i just don't know anymore. my neediness hasn't been as obvious since i got back to school as it was before, i don't think, but i'm still constantly looking for validation.

sometimes i'm just so curious to know all, that i find myself craving hearing things that other people say about me--things they don't plan on me ever hearing. i wouldn't be offended, i don't think, i just want to know it. i hate being left out.