my so-called life...

the past few months have been a total blur.....

i moved, left my job, the art world, split up with my boyfriend of a couple years and went back to school for medicine. honestly, i haven't felt too much like talking about it, and it's been a really hard adjustment. all i want to do is sleep, eat popsicles and watermelon, run at the gym and watch general hospital. i'm not sure if that's classified as depression, but who knows. i think it's been a really long time since i let myself really feel disappointed, scared, angy or hurt. (and they say artist's are supposed to be good at that sort of thing.) i'd rather just stare at jason thompson all day -- i think he's ofically ruined other men for me. i think it's the first time since brad pitt was in legends of the freakin' falls or jared leto was on my so-called life that i had any interest in some actor on television. but who wouldn't want to look at his face?




so.. here i am. starting all over again at 25 and figuring, what the hell? why not? it can only go up from here, right?