I'm convinced

My mother is a fucking idiot, everyday I find more and more proof. She's a pack rat with food, clothes, everything. This is the second time I made cupcakes and they came out tasting weird and I asked her when the flour was from she said she didn't know THE FUCKING FLOUR IS TWO YEARS OLD IM SO FUCKING TIRED OF THIS. This is more of a rant then anything I feel like she's just senile and stupid. This instance proves that a college degree means nothing.

I'm Slowly Watching My Mother Die

and I can't do anything about it, why won't she listen to me?

Bits and Pieces

I was talking to my friend Devin the other day and I said something that I thought was rather witty... though I can't remember it now.... but it did make me think. How many other people in the world have said this exact same thing AND thought that they were witty too?!? I always feel like I'm so original sometimes but then I see someone else with the same idea as me and I think how original is original? Could there possibly be someone out there that is exactly like me?

I finally came to the conclusion today that we are all bits and pieces of each other and some bits are smaller then others making them more significant then the other pieces and some of us have a couple of identical pieces. So I guess there really could be someone out there who thinks just like me, but only with some bits and pieces.

Lost in the woods

Sometimes I feel like the creativity inside me has escaped, I don't feel driven to produce anything. I find myself blank and unable to bring out any light of art. I miss writing I could write forever, my speciality was poems. I loved writing poems and reading poems. I used to buy little poem books from book shops and I used to love exploring Miami and finding little places to browse for anything. I guess I've felt sort of contained with all the rules I've had to follow with Panhellenic and Chi Omega but I've also experienced things I've never done before. I just need to find my soul again... I need to create something beautiful.

Brian Atwood

I have nothing to say, just this photo.

I HATE MY HAIR

I don't know what to do with it, it's completely unruley I can't take it. I really want to chop it all off or shave my head. Locks of Love won't even want it because it's so annoying to keep up with. Why is this so difficult.

Give me long hair soon, I can't take this awkward length...

Home, again.

I seem to only write in this blog when I return home, but that's probably because I only have time to do what I want when I come home. I truly do love being home and being in Orlando. Sometimes I miss Orlando when I'm home but mostly I just feel like I'm doing things I truly enjoy in Miami. I don't feel at home in Orlando yet, I still feel like I'm living in a foreign place, but when I come back I can see that I've changed. Just driving around the city I can see that I've changed and many of these habits are good and many of them are....not so good. But it's ok and I love my two lives I just wish I could have complete happiness in both places, hopefully one day.