philomela

i move out today. my room is bare and it makes me a little bit sad, but i'm rolling with the punches - because in five minutes i'm certain my feelings will change. my guess is the next thing to come is anger.... and then... probably sexual frustration.

i'm moving across the bridge, into a large house with a family that's familiar with students coming and going. food and utilities are included, and i get a large, quiet area to myself. i just hope to get through the semester without compromising my GPA.

i guess it'll be pretty lonely for a bit.... but it's better than being here. if i keep busy, the time should fly. there's no reason i wont be busy and that the time wont fly. thanks for nice, encouraging comments and PMs. life is strange and violent and lovely - and it's nice to be reminded that others deal with that everyday as well.

my tattoo is healing really slowly, but i promise i'll post pictures as soon as it looks good enough. for now, i leave you with some pics from spring break. i'm hanging out in my living room, or... what i like to call "club carpet"