Woah two posts in a row today. Somebodies an overachiever.
It’s starting to infuriate me that I don’t have stable internet at the dorms. I just want to update my fucking blog. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Can’t a girl get some goddamn internet in this town. Can I get a holla?
A day in the life of Joy.
Anyways. That zombie diary journal thing was super fun for me. I was beaming the whole time I was reading it. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just beaming because I’m having a good day. I got breakfast at Denny’s this morning and went for a walk around the Eastern prom. Played on the swing sets and got out of class early. I’m starting to realize that time management will be an invaluable skill to have at this school. And in Portland in general. There is just so much stuff that I want to be involved in and activities I want to engage in. I’m just feel super crunched for time all the fucking time and its really exhausting me. Oh well. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up. You have to get your shit together and be your own mom.
I miss my dogs.
I miss the 18 wheelers that go by my house all day and night. I liked the background noise.
I like that I can see Reny’s from my bed. I get to wake up every morning and, without even sitting up, see my favorite shit shack right down the street. I don’t know why I included this. Oh yeah, because I’m shacked up in my dorm thinking about polenta and staring at Reny’s with determination.
I fucked up my eye liner today. To compromise I just covered most of my lid in black. I guess I’m going to be a raccoon today.
I ate my first hot pocket last night. It was chicken, broccoli, and cheese. I have a feeling that this is going to become a regular activity for me. An unhealthy, decadent, passionate food relationship. It’s like falling in love in three minutes or less.
I made a microwave joke. I should just stop right here.
It’s way too early for me to be trying to be funny. I can imagine this will only end in tears.
I find it interesting that we both are struggling to talk to each other, yet at the same time desperately want to tear our clothes off when we are around one another. Maybe thats just me with the desire to tear my clothes off, but I would like to think that the feeling is at least awkwardly mutual.
I am writing in reference to a cute boy i met last week at erotic poetry night at dreamship. Just to be clear and make this entry less confusing. Hopefully this is helpful. I have no idea. Whatever. Moving on.
This is the not the first time I have fallen head over fucking heels for someone who, at first, couldn’t even look me in the eyes. And it’s a shame, because he has the most beautiful blue lady killers I have ever seen.
I’m beginning to question the appropriateness of writing all of this. Especially because of the actual use this blog will come to have in the long run. But, in the spirit of honesty, and the fact that this is my blog and I have every right and intent on using it to it’s fullest, I will disregard this thought now.
A day in the life of Joy.
It brings to my mind immediately the three day date I spent with my before mentioned crush. We must have explored the entire art district of Portland, and after exhausting all activities available there, we hit the road. We ended up at my parent’s place in Hollis at 4 AM and crashed on the leather sofa with four dogs piled on top of us.
I think he got a kick out of how my mom discovered us the next morning. The way she walked in, not expecting to even see her daughter asleep in the living room, much less another person. After which she left the room laughing, to tell my dad that “There’s something you have gotta see.”
Wow I feel like such a chode; choosing to write my first school blog entry about my romantic antics. Oh well. This isn’t pornographic by any stretch of the imagination. I think I’m safe. I regret nothing. Good morning.