cant get over you...

Hillary won Nevada. Thank God. I'd been mentally preparing myself for a loss all day. But nope... somehow we pulled this one out.
I think the most meaningful sign I saw was this one woman. She must have been 30-35 and she was a shift worker at one of the casinos. It said "I LOVE MY UNION. I LOVE HILLARY." And I think that's just perfect after the two big unions out in Vegas went with Obama.

I'm heading back to school in the morning. I don't quite know how I feel about that. I mean, I know I have to go back. It's just going to suck this semester. 18 credits plus doing Hillary and consulting work 40+ hours a week and living with a chic I've maybe spoken two words to my entire life. Such is life. I can deal. If anything, it'll piss me off enough to write.

I feel like such a bad pseudowriterwannabe. Seriously. Over break, I've maybe edited like two pieces and haven't began anything new. I don't know. There just isn't anywhere I have felt comfortable writing up here. I think I really just need to bust open a bottle of wine when I get back and see what happens. I know there has to be something inside worth writing. Or not worth. Just something that needs to come out.

I don't know why, but I've been thinking a lot about George over the past few days. I know he's not good for me. I know he's just another thing I have distracting me from Hillary and writing and school. But... when he talks to me... I can't help myself. I feel so weak around him.

Maybe I should lock myself in a boys-free bubble. It might help, no?

(youremyheroininthismomentonlyfufillingmydarkestdreams)