Part 1:

I did a double take when I glanced at the upper right-hand corner of my laptop last night and realized it was December the 1st.

'Missing In Action,' you say? Oh, I've been kept on the sharp and nerve-wrecking edge of action all right. As Kim teased, "Oh no, Sammy. You went over to the dark side." Aah... Young one Old man... Untrodden pastures only appear more treacherous!


I take that back. 'Tests' were an armful (and a bucketful of tears). I have seen the cruel side of Woman. I think that inside every she, lurks a Medusa. When was the last time you had a bad hair day, gave someone a stony glare, and earned yourself a bad reputation? But everyone's crabby when tired, cross or unfed. When hurt is purported... That bugs the shit out of me. This is rarely the case; perhapstances are 99% paranoia, though they actually cause more harm than flat-out attacks. Guess what though? Going through the shitstorm with my fellow pledgies really bonded us tighter than an S&M victim. "Persecuted together, sidekicks forever." Heard that one before, but scoffed. Ran through the minefield hand in hand... Now I have friends to show for it.

SoCo, Emerson, Holden
Rory, Roxy, Sawyer

First Greek Night out :o)

Part 2:

I sit here with 2 cupcakes, but only 1 coffee. I am single.

Which isn't to say, I'm notx2 seeing anyone.

A large part of my will to blog died along with my 9-month relationship. But I'm not pointing fingers; I know I do that too often. No excuses about not having time, though it's true (*see Part 1). This semester has been simply loco. But no matter how busy you get, it's possible to accomplish something if your heart is really set on it, given slivers of time in between wake and slumber. Sometimes by means of premature wake or completely eliminating slumber.

A shiver of thrill ran down my right forefinger as I clicked on [New Post].

Was it the uneasy knowledge that he would rake through the contents of whatever I'd written to find a clue as to why things fizzled faster than a firecracker hitting water?

A part of me would feel guilty circularizing my present joys...

But no one should be able to deny me my happiness. Not even myself.


Part 3:

A free-spirited photographer.

A visiting monkey.

Mi deseo.

Available parking spot.

Surprising circumstances & twinkling lights.

Slow, steady, Spanish.

The way I know I really like someone is when I want to write about him.

You know it's gonna be an awesome day when the first balloon that floats past you is 20-foot high Hello Kitty.