equimi?

i saw stomp the yard yesterday. i enjoyed it. it was a nice story of overcoming obstacles and using your talents to rise above challenges. i'm all about it. but allow me to point out one thing. is it just me or does columbus short, the lead hottie kinda remind you of a certain ghost?



that's not a very good photo of him but damn i swear there were moments looking at the screen where i swear the ghost was staring right back at me. ugh. so then i couldn't get the ghost off the brain. then i called the ghost. because i have no will power. and then he answers and has to go. and says he'll call and then he doesn't and then i'm an idiot for holding on to a ghost who doesn't want to be held and trying to save a ghost that doesn't want to be saved. but i have a date tonight and am convinced that will not go off as planned but am holding out for 2500 mile away father to be. WHAT DRUGS AM I ON?!

I just don't like to be wrong and the more i (don't) talk to the ghost the more i realize how wrong i am. what's so wrong with being full of pride? i'll tell you what's wrong. it makes you delusional!

maybe the date will work out tonight. if anything i should get a free cup of coffee out of it right?

get up get out get something

I am boot free. Finally. It's still a little tough walking. I can't quite go for a run or anything but everything's a little brighter, the music's a little louder and the days are a little longer without the giant boot weighing me down. Maybe now I can start to focus on more important things, like paying my bills and getting into FIT. I'm just waiting for the rest of my application to show up in the mail.

I am so pumped because my love Cristina is on the same coast as me. I miss San Francisco. And my san francisco friends. But I can't say I'm not happy to be here. I'm bowled over with joy and excitement because everyday I wake up is everyday closer to making my dreams come true. And any bad day here is better than anyday at home. I'm doing it. I may have been slow going but all I can think about is how I did it. I escaped. And going back to my class reunion and just shining. Because shoes don't matter anymore. Who you hang out with doesn't matter anymore. I don't live by the standards of people my age. I make my own rules. Try and stop me.

decisions, decisions, decisions.

Finish what I start. Stop thinking about things that are not worth my time. Write songs. Sleep less. Take more walks. Save when I can, where I can. Smell good. Make new friends. Keep old friends. Study vogue like it is my job. Write much much much more. Cook more. Allow myself to be inspired daily.