I've done a lot of thinking, and right now, I'm pretty sure I'm going to UMass Boston. I don't feel like speding money all of these prestigious schools just for their name. I don't know what I want to do, I still need time to figure it out, and I don't want that time to cost thousands of dollars. Then I can be in the city, be on my own, studying ( Read more... )

So Christmas Eve at the Alberto house, because an Alberto Christmas would not be complete without hospitals and death. By the way things have been going, it seems like there should be little flashing signs saying "Life Sucks, it must be Christmas." I just wish that I was kidding ( Read more... )

My car is gone. Forever. It's a sad sad day in Andrealand because my car is very important, and without it I feel like I have no life of my own. Adam, the hot boy who fixes my car, apparently couldn't channel his hottness into saving it. And he isn't interested in me, either. Geez. Haha, just kidding, he's 22 or something. Too old for me ( Read more... )

It's been two years. And rather than mention it to anyone all day, I've tried to avoid talking about it or thinking about it too much. But Suzy called me and mentioned it because she remembered. Just talking to her about it reminded me of when it happened, and when she drove down and sat with all of us all night, just a few hours after we found out ( Read more... )

I've finished most of my college essays. I haven't even started my 3 Davidson ones, but I'm not going to get in there anyways ( Read more... )

It's been a pretty cool weekend. I saw Keller Williams and Martin Sexton with Chris Arey, Tom Barnes, and a bunch of Chris and Bob's friends. And I ran into John and Paul there, in the middle of my desperate attempts to piss John off ( Read more... )

I've never understood what makes me different from other people. What did I ever do to deserve the childhood and privelages I've had? Why wasn't I born in a 3rd world country and why do I have so many resources and opportunities ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in Journalism trying to avoid doing anything productive ( Read more... )

Sometimes I hate being a teenager. Sometimes I really really detest it. I hate knowing how many big decisions I have coming up, and I hate all of the drama and I hate how immature people can be ( Read more... )

I feel like it's been a long weekend ( Read more... )