I'm home, and it's good.  I missed the sound of purring in my ear lulling me to sleep and stepping on a kitty everywhere I go.  I missed my friends.  I missed being able to cook myself dinner.  Sometimes you really want a hot dog, but they are too sketchy in the dining hall. Sometimes you really want tacos...but oh, they only have those on Tuesdays ( Read more... )

The actual school part of school is not going particularly well this semester.  Everything else in my life is actually going really well (with the exception of the fact that my dad isn't really talking to me, but that isn't surprising.)

The unfortunate thing is that I enjoy school, and although I despise going to most of my classes, I haven't been ( Read more... )

Someone really important pointed out to me that I always wish I were in the next phase of my life rather than appreciating the one I am in, articulating all of the advice I think most of my friends have been trying to give me.

So rather than a post about how I wish I were still in high school or how badly I want to graduate college here's a shocking ( Read more... )

Have you ever noticed that all flavors of Pez kind of taste the same? I mean, sure the lemon is lemony but it's more Pez+lemon.  Perhaps I should explain further.  There's no Starburst flavor.  All Starbursts taste different- the cherry tastes like cherry, the lemon like lemon, etc.  There's no one specific starburst flavor.  But all Pez has that ( Read more... )

things are always better in the morning.  attribute last night's entry to nostalgia.

i hate how many times a day/week/month i wish i were still in high school.

thank god tonight was the last prom i had to work.

the thought of going back to new paltz takes a toll.

i have to not think about it, though.

I remember thinking I was going to be so old when I graduated high school or something.  Don't you?  Like you graduated and then you got it, or at least the people around you would finally get it since you've been getting it all along (or so you've thought.)   A year of college later and now  I realize I'm only beginning to have a clue.  Maybe that ( Read more... )

Sorority life was not for me.

Incidentally, I will give $10 blow jobs on the street corner before I ever babysit again.

"Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be ( Read more... )

The reasons have run away but the feeling never did.