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You know, what’s-her-name…

This entry is part 13 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

So, okay, sometimes I’m such a girl. I’m been under a lot of stress lately and I just wanted to do something new, something different, something unique, startling…and so I decided to do something to my hair. Sick, huh? This morning I stopped by Curl Up and Dye — not a bad…

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It is finished

This entry is part 14 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

So, yeah, haircut’s done. Is it bad I keep staring at myself in the mirror?

I kinda like it

This entry is part 15 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

You don’t know what I look like (and that’s fine by me), but I have to tell you — my hair is black now, deep, midnight, light-cannot-escape-its-gravity black. I kinda like it. I don’t know, it makes me feel exotic, dangerous. My mom hates it; my dad stares at it in…

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How others live

This entry is part 16 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

This will be quick because I’m going out tonight. (No, not on a date — you must not know me. The guy better be pretty special to have a chance with me. Like, he worships me and loves me and meets all thirty-five of the requirements hidden away in a…

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Keeping quiet

This entry is part 17 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

I’m having serious troubles today. Okay, so I get a call from Beth yesterday. She’s crying, I can’t understand anything she’s saying. I really start to freak out. I mean, I’ve known her for all of a week and now she’s completely hysterical. The first thing that comes to mind is that…

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Meltdown

This entry is part 18 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

Last night, Beth called Jordan. I don’t know what she said exactly, but I’m pretty certain she did everything short of kneeling before him and kissing his feet. And when she told me, in tears, what she’d done, I’d had it. I told her, in as many words, that she was…

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Good-for-nothing

This entry is part 19 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

I spent the day trying to think of somewhere I’d like to work. By day, I mean about an hour this afternoon, since I slept until eleven, ate a hearty brunch of Easy Mac in my pajamas, watched an episode of House from Netflix, and finally got around to getting…

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The First Leaves of Fall

This entry is part 20 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

The family’s computer went on the fritz last week. Just as well, I guess. Things have happened, and I’ll get to them eventually here, but I’m not much in the mood right now. It’s cold today. I saw leaves on the sidewalk. The air smells of autumn. Heidi always enjoyed autumn. Somehow,…

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That’ll be $27.99

This entry is part 21 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

I’m feeling pretty good today. I need to go to work in a few hours, and there’s something about having to get up to go somewhere that’s kinda nice. At least, I think that today. So, I got a job at the local bazillion-plex. Yes, I’m that smiling young lady…

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Crying over Pintos and Cheese

This entry is part 22 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

Okay, looking at my schedule, I’m starting to see a downside to my new job (besides the crappy pay, I mean). I work all the prime spots. You know, like Friday and Saturday night, Sunday afternoon, etc. I don’t think it would have been that big deal a month ago….

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Big news

This entry is part 23 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

I might be moving out. Yeah, yeah, so I’ve talked about it for weeks now, but this is seriously cool. See, there’s a lot of reasons it’s easier to stay home: free food, free bed, free laundry, etc. Also, I’m not really sure I want to come home to myself…

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Body snatchers do me a favor

This entry is part 24 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life

I’ll tell you something. Going to church after fighting with your mom all weekend — not fun. You don’t want to give the least indication something’s wrong at church, or everyone who knows you will swarm over you and try to encourage you and pray for you, and you feel…

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