i do it for the joy it brings...

so.. some shit's gone down these last few weeks. first and foremost, i've recently gotten myself situated in my dorm up in kent. i've been thoroughlly enjoying my new-found independence these last two weeks. although.. i haven't especially taken advantage of it yet, i'm sure i'll be great when the time comes. so i've skipped a few classes already, aren't i a rebel...? i've been writing quite a bit in my notebook, as i'm currently without a computer there. (one of the few reasons i want to come back home is to use the computer.. how sad is that?) i spent a good hour or so writing a poem today just to try to forget about things. my mind gets too full sometimes, and i find it difficult to keep from bursting.

last weekend proved to be espeically distracting! got two new tattoos, the one i drew being particularly symbolic of my insanity. i'm rather pleased with the way they've come out. in addition, i went to the godsmack/deftones concert. i couldn't seem to stay out of the pits. hooray for bruises and sprains! although the skirt and big-ass boots seemed rather restricting, i wasn't about to let that stop me. as i was resting, this guy, shaved head, rather heavy set, was blatantly staring at me. he leaned over and handed me a pass to the after show thingy or whatever. i didn't end up going, but i was all flattered and stuff that he gave me one. so anyway, the concert kicked some major fucking ass. i had a really good time.

so i've spent this last week containing my rage, wallowing in depression and self-pity, humoring my anti-social tendencies, and doing a lot of fucking sleeping. i thank bob that christy and candice have been there for me. i love them so much. just their presence and friendship lends enough to make me forget about the shit for a while.

::uncomfortable silence::

...'cause i'm a joyful girl....