Category: Miss Elaineeus

So I’m reading for my Fiction Writing class, and at the end it suggested I try an exercise so I thought “Why the heck not?” and did it. Basically you are supposed to write as if you were writing to a friend, and discuss a memory, starting with the sentence “I don’t know why I remember.” Anyway, I wrote to Tyler about a memory I have of him before we were dating, and I wanted to share it with you guys.

I don’t know why I remember, but I do. You were beautiful, gorgeous, laced by sunlight in your white shirt that clung to the small muscles of your arms. I was thirsty. There were people around, my friends who’d I’d known for so long. You’d known them too. You were standing above me, blank faced, like always. Beautiful. I said your name, through the crowd of our friends. You caught my eye, I shrank inwardly. “Could I have a cup of water?” I asked. I was nervous you’d say no. You nodded, reached for a cup, filled it with water, and handed it down to me. Your finger brushed my own, and I smiled at you. You didn’t smile back, but you gave me water. 

HEY! I got a new shirt and it describes me perfectly thus rendering it my favorite sweater ever. Also, it’s just cute soooooo

I am at school and I’m not in tears. I cried, yes, when Tyler left yesterday and I had a five minute anxiety freakout, but then it went away, leaving me happy and calm. This is the best transition I’ve ever gone through. I mean, every year I’ve had a problem getting into the college routine again.

But now, I’m sitting here on the computer all made up in a new outfit ready to start my day with a smile. Just typing this makes me want to gag, but it’s necessary. Very necessary. It’s a kind of a congratulations to me. Pats for Patrick.

Anyway, there’s the update. Now I’m off to the Club Fair to encourage freshman to write for our student newspaper. WISH ME LUCK.

I have moved all my stuff into my apartment. I am here and I am okay. *thumbs up* Granted, my boyfriend is here with me, but it’s still an accomplishment that I’m not crying yet. However, I worry about tomorrow night when he leaves. *deep breath*

Also, SHOUTOUT to Chinese food. It’s the shit.

I haven’t been on my blog in approximately two weeks and you people haven’t even bothered to ask if I’m okay? I could have DIED. Naw, I’m kidding. I didn’t die. I was just on vacation. At the beach, in fact.

I’ve been home for a week, but busy with cleaning my room and organizing strenuously from dawn to dusk (more like noon to six). I got a TON done. My room is beautiful (for once) and I can ACTUALLY see my floor. Now just give me two weeks, and it will look like a hurricane blew through once again.

Actually I go back to college for my senior year in a week. I’m super excited, as well as anxious. I don’t deal well with transition, so if I don’t have a major breakdown upon arriving back to school it will be a surprise. Every year without fail, freshman, sophomore and junior, I’ve spent wallowing on the floor, throwing up in the toilet, going through ten entire boxes of tissues whilst getting accustomed to the daily routine of being on my own again. It’s great fun, and no matter how many times I tell myself how weak I am, I always end up getting through it.

I’ll be sure to let you guys along for the ride this year. Be here. August 24th, 9:00 p.m. sharp. I should be on my fifth box of tissues, and seventh Valium by then (I don’t really take that many Valium).

obsessed with Teen Wolf but mostly Dylan O’Brien

I JUST REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS!

Thanks so much for your follows guys! I know I’m terrible at being consistent and sometimes I say things like “fuck,” but… I forgot where I was going with this.

I’d say I love you, but I don’t really know you so, that would be a lie. Though I do like you. Not like like, though, ’cause I have a boyfriend and that would be awkward.

Here’s some balloons to celebrate hitting 100!

Party hard. Don’t drink and drive.

Today is a special day, isn’t it fellow peasants? Yes, the royal baby was born! OH HAPPY DAY! I’ll forever mark this date in my calendar as a holiday… BECAUSE A BABY WAS BORN THIS DAY. ONE AND ONLY ONE. WHO CARES ABOUT ALL THE OTHER MILLION BABIES BORN TODAY!? THEY DON’T MATTER. THEY’RE ALL PEASANTS COMPARED TO THE GREATNESS THAT IS THIS ROYAL ARRIVAL. In fact, I’m willing to bet this baby was divinely blessed by the actual hand of God.

I mean, really though. What? Do you people realize we are living in the 21st century. Do you royals realize you have the same blood as everyone else. You DO NOT have royal blood. You have human blood. And you birthed a baby, just like everyone else births babies. I’m sure you’re very nice people, so please, don’t assume I’m angry with you. God forbid. I’d rather keep my head.

But seriously… the people obsessing over this new arrival. Come on… it’s a baby. I’m just glad FOX is making fun of the whole thing. At least some people have some sense.

I have no idea where I’ll be in the next twenty years. Probably sitting on my parent’s couch…

I write books, but I’m not a very good writer. I don’t think so anyway. My blog isn’t anything super fabulous, so who is going to look at it and be like “OH WE WANT HER! WE WANT HER!”

My mom wanted me to start a blog so I could have something for employers to refer to. Well, here ya go, employers. I’ve got one thing to say to you:

fUckInG hire me.

I just finished Wuthering Heights. Dude, I really don’t know what to think about Heathcliff. He’s such an asshole, but his love for Cathy kinda reconciles my good opinion. I really liked the book. I also really liked Catherine Heathcliff (the daughter). She’s a pistol, that one. I think she might be the only sane person in the novel. Besides Nelly.

“Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer – but yours! How can I?” -Heathcliff