Road trips in blizzards= surprisingly relaxing.

Home feels good. Comfortable, secure, unchanging--the way it should feel. Memories of Syracuse and this semester feel like rocks in my head that I'm ready to rid myself of. I am starting to feel bad for not saying goodbye to as many people as I probably should of. I guess I am kind of an ass hole. But really, I have one more year there, and enough ( Read more... )

I really miss living in Washington.

Dear Syracuse University,

It seems you insist on stealing my every last penny.

What gives?

Fuck yourself.

Love,
Melissa, or as you know me, 913083840

I still get the same giggles and butterflies, still stumble over my words the same way, and still can be utterly floored. Things have changed so much--in my perception of myself and those around me. But not all that. And not that thing that hits me upside the head and says "Duh, you're happy. Get over it." I've been getting pretty used to that ( Read more... )

A year tends to feel like a really long time 'til you're at the end of it.

Then there's too much to do. But we're getting a new cat in December! Socrates needs a friend.

When you figure out love is all that matters after all

It sure makes everything else seem so small

Today might've been the worst school day I've had all semester. Slept in and missed a class I always miss, but a thesis paper was due and I didn't finish it but sent it in anyway, fucked up my magazine project right before it was due, got a parking ticket, still short on interviews for my next video, ran out of cigarettes, ran out of drugs, and ( Read more... )

Fucking.....ughhhh.

But otherwise, things are good. Some things are better than good. Some things even make their way into "awesome" territory. But fucking...ughhhhhhh. Hatred for this university, and for stupid boxes, and a slap on my own wrist for "should've known better."

I am nervous but fearless, paralyzed but tweaking, and so excited. Third time's the charm, maybe this one will prove more profitable. I'm sick of throwing my head against the wall in the name of journalism, I'm sick of trying to prove myself to people who mean nothing to me ( Read more... )