I would describe the details of last night, but I'm seriously going with the whole it was a dream sequence thing. A dream that a few other people also vividly remember. But that's okay.

Sometimes i look out my window at night and it's fairly well lit up, and i forget that i'm in the middle of nowhere.

Hmmmmmm. Life is good I suppose. I guess I'll recap what I've been up to lately. Came back to UConn last week, classes are pretty good for the most part. Tuesdays are awful, but I'll learn to deal with it. Being recruited by AEPhi, but not doing it. The past weekend was really fun. Batcave on Friday with Cristin, Kayla, Nicole, Scott, and Lucas. ( Read more... )

For the ones who look to the sky and imagine the possibilities. To the one’s who look at a pile of discarded garbage on the side of the road, and see art. To the one’s who often feel overwhelmed by the beauty of other people. To the one’s who write, and paint, and think. To the one’s who hate humanity, yet love it to death. To the one’s who ( Read more... )

My new years resolution is to learn to love myself. Here so i can remember it, although i hope i don't need to resort to this to remember. I think it's a solid goal.

I am home. I've been home for a week now, seen my friends every night, while still spending ample time with daddy and even having conversations with mommy. it's surprisingly just as good as i remember it being, even while being completely unattached. it makes me fall in love with my friends more :) i have more time to breathe, to learn to hang out ( Read more... )

I like being able to look out my window at the snow covered ground while I'm watching gilmore girls, eating a bowl of Special K red berries, and heating up a cup of tea. In my pajamas while my roommate is out, not that she'd judge me for this anyway. I think I actually might miss it here while I'm home. It's starting to become a home of sorts, and ( Read more... )

I am not good at noticing when I am happy, except in retrospect. my gift, or fatal flaw, is for nostalgia. I have sometimes been accused of demanding perfection, of rejecting heart's desires as soon as I get close enough that the mysterious impressionistic gloss disperses into plain solid dots, but the truth is less simplistic than that. I know ( Read more... )

I don't think I've ever felt this lucky to have the friends that I do. My best friend is here at college with me, and as much as I was afraid of losing touch with my other bests, I haven't, at all. Maybe we don't talk every single day, but we talk and I'm just as interested in their lives as I was a month ago. I've been here a month, that's scary ( Read more... )

I am a mess. I love it here, but this is not okay and I don't know how to deal with it. I also don't feel like talking about it right now. the end! thank god for cuddlebuddys, at least today.