The Truth Is Often Stranger Than Fiction

Maybe it turns out to just be me, maybe things are weird and awkward because of me. Am I self-fulfilling a prophecy? I thought it would be weird, so did I simply make it weird. I don’t know. Kenny asked me last night “why does it have to be that way?”Which got me thinking, maybe it doesn’t. Maybe things shouldn’t bother me in the way they do. But at the same time how could they not. She is different, I am different.

I felt out of place, almost like I wasn’t welcomed. She knew we would be there. Once again some conversation was forced, and once again we tried to make it feel familiar.

He was there, a person who I should be friends with because he is my lover’s best friend, yet I seem to have this inner itch to punch him whenever I see him. There is always a comment, always a way to make me sound dumb, always a way to make me feel bad about myself. There was a time when it wasn’t like that. I could stand his presence. But because I would do anything (within reason) for my love I will deal with it. He might as well be a werewolf, and I a vampire.

I have been reading too much Twilight but luckily I haven’t begun to over use odd or lame adjectives. I am almost at the end of book three, which can’t come fast enough. I hate Jacob. I pretty much hate Bella. Edward is hot. And I need more Alice. Speaking of Alice, which made me think of Alice from the L Word, I wonder if there are any homosexual vampires… it’s a thought to ponder.

I need a Bucks with a Booch on the side.

I am officially a college graduate…YAY! Now on to more school, grad school. Does it ever end? I don’t think I will start up again until the fall. I need a break. But when I do go to grad school can I talk about it constantly??

My mind is wandering again.

Falling asleep in his arms, it feels so right.I wish it could happen every night.

Yup, I have definitely read too much Stephenie Meyer.

I debate writing a book, well a children’s story. Maybe young adult. I would send it to Meyer’s publisher that way I know it will get published, or will my writing be too good for them. What would I write about? A girl who sits in a coffee shop and watches the people around her. A boy who finds out his best friend is a zombie( I say zombies are the myth of 2010). A child that is haunted by their deceased parents. They are all possible subjects. Although Kenny’s book would be better by far.

My computer's wireless card only works when it wants to. I know the feeling. But unfortunately I can't ship myself off to get repair. My computer on the other hand will depart from me on Friday.

I still don't know what I am getting people for Christmas. So far Michael is the only finished one.

NYC is my favorite place to be. Walking hand in hand through Central Park with my baby was so nice. I was able to have alone time with my favorite place and my favorite person. And like I've said to many, I could sit in NYC for the whole day and have a wonderful time. And the lights were gorgeous. And Rockefeller Plaza put me right into the holiday season. i could go back right this second, even if it meant walking around for 12 more hours and having sore leg muscles for two days. It's worth it.

I told you my mind wanders.