It's just a piece of paper

My dream school just ranked number eight in the top ten priciest private colleges. $31,500 a year.

And now I'm off to rethink my life options.

In the moment

My brother is running around the house screaming, "I wanna be a dance commander." I think I'll stay out of his way....at least he's got ambitions.

The dog just bit through a battery. We shall see the side effects/death soon enough. Masochistic canine.

My father has hired me to organize our basement. All that crap they've been hoarding for years, refusing to toss, is now my responsibility. I donated three bags full of romance novels and "literature" entitled, 'Daily Inspirational Quotes for the Purpose Driven' and 'How to Write a Love Letter.'

Apparently they're letting all types of ass monkeys publish these days. Yeah, well I've got a novella...wanna publish that? It's like fodder for amoeba, lowest level of the literature food chain, but you let that other guy slip through the cracks, so maybe there's hope for me yet.

Kentucky

Shell casings cover the floor of my car, I take pictures of myself in a cowboy hat, two weeks out of the year my brother drives a Camaro, the other fifty weeks it's hoisted up on cinder blocks, my friends say "y'all" and I made out with a country singer.

Does this mean I fit in?

Today, undeniably the hottest day of the summer. Today, the day the air conditioning quite thespian-like took it's last breath. Today, quite possibly the day that I will die of heat exhaustion.

p.s. If you were a jerk back in high school, I'm not going to sleep with you now, despite years to rectify your behaviour. Call it kharma, retribution, revenge, but basically, you're still a jerk. I see that. You may have fooled the others...but they're all idiots.

Politics are so much better when there's sex involved.

Learn Chinese

My daily fortune cookie reading: "You have a deep appreciation of the arts and music."

A) I fail to see how that fits under the categoroy of fortune
B) I'm supposed to base my personality upon a craftily folded stale cookie reading? What if I don't like the arts?
C) Confucious lies.

Sometimes the right combo of eyeliner and mascara turns my eyes into a replica of the fantastically creepy Siamese cats from Lady and the Tramp...and it's not so cool. I enjoy finding pairs of shoes or old clothes in my closet I don't remember purchasing...I pretend they were free and I didn't waste that money on something I'd wear once and then forget having for another two years or so when really, I should have saved and actually bought myself some health insurance...because fire prone individuals require health insurance. I have exactly 281 books on my bookshelves, not including years of college textbooks, the occasional Anatomy text stolen from high school and, sadly, a few of my brothers discarded textbooks. (It's a disease.) I wear sweaters around the house because I'm not used to air-conditioning...and now I'm craving winter. I will be twenty-three and a half in eight days. I feel as though I'm living in the past.

What Lexington lacks

Saw a man on the street today wearing a tiny black vest and silk boxers, nothing more. He was across from St. Joseph's Hospital, and as far as I can tell, he was screaming and flipping off each car as it passed by. It surprised me that I didn't find his actions inappropriate in the least, but rather, that he actually lives, or works...if flipping off cars at busy intersections is considered work, in Lexington. We don't have insane characters in Lexington. Clinically insane, yes. Comically insane, never. Sad really.

My grade school was demolished earlier this year. The school where I spent eight years of my life with Sr. Janelle the nun from hell and that one nun whose name I can't remember but who always took her prosthetic leg off during class, allowing it to stand freely while we were meant to pay attention to something other than a plastic leg free standing in the middle of the classroom. Eight years of Friday masses, plaid uniforms, wasted religion classes. All that is gone. They rebuilt the school to resemble a strip mall. Okay...maybe that wasn't the intention, but it's hideous. I bet they don't even have nuns teaching anymore.

Who are these people that are destroying my past?