I'm happy.
Really Truly Genuinely Happy.
For the first time in as long as I can remember.
I'm in love.
I'm almost a quarter of the way towards my Journalism degree.
I go to an amazing university.
My family is happy & healthy.
I'm comfortable with who I am for once.
It's spring & the weather is beautiful.
I'm going to see The Rocket Summer on Sunday.
Life is good.
(& it's not all because of a boy.)

Some people just can't stand to believe me.

So  tomorrow I'll take my last two finals and then I'll be done with my 1st semester of college.

Very crazy feeling.

So much has happened this semester, I can't even begin to describe.

Everybody says college changes you, but I never imagined so many MAJOR things would happen.

Basically nothing about my life is the same except the friends that have stuck with me along the way.
(By the way, I'm so grateful for each and every one of you.)

I've made some serious mistakes over the past 4 months, but I'm in college--I'm starting to realize that stuff happens and not to dwell on it.

I still don't drink and don't plan on it anytime soon.
Haven't been to any "wild college parties."

And I've never woken up wondering where I was or not remembering what happened the night before...although I may have wished to be able to forget at times.

I had my first REAL relationship which was followed by my first REAL heartbreak.
But all I can do now is realize I deserve better than complete trash that treats me like dirt.

The fact that we had to put Milo to sleep still hasn't set in and probably won't until I'm home for winter break and he isn't there to cuddle with me on Christmas and to break all the ornaments at the bottom of the tree...

I've had plenty of all-nighters and procrastinated more than ever before.
No-Doz and I are close personal friends now.

I learned how intense KU football games are, even when we know we're not that great.
We still beat KSU! And that's all that matters.

I've become so proud to be a Jayhawk and Allen Fieldhouse is the most incredible place in the world.

I reconnected with people from my past and ended up with an amazing friend that's helped me through a lot.

Losing Karla was the hardest thing I've ever experienced and it doesn't get any easier to realize she's gone.
But it helps so much to know I have so many people looking out for me.

The End.

 
My sister
Karla Kay Harry
(1957-2006)


I've never felt so helpless...

I'm done trying.

-My sister only has weeks left...if not days.
-I feel so alone.
-School is kicking my butt.
-We had to put Milo to sleep because he had a brain tumor.
-I can't stop making mistakes.

Things can only get better...right?
That's what I keep thinking.
But somehow it manages to get even worse by the day.