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Hahaha, I never post anymore! Maybe that means I have a life. Hmmm ...
So tomorrow I'm going to Tara's, then on to Mel's for a coolios thing. Tara and I are going to bus it hopefully. I hope I remember my scooter too.
Holy shit. I was thinking today ... in almost a year, we're going to be in college. Most likely, we're not even going to be in L.A. We're going to be fiercely (or reluctantly) self sustained, independent from our parents and sleeping next door to boys. BOYS. How many of us have ever even gone to a co-ed sleepover? Ok, I was at one once, but it doesn't really count. I feel so innocent. In a year I could be taking the subway in NYC, reveling at the smells and lights and everything else that I haven't yet encountered. In a year I will have to make new friends and be likeable. In a year I will be forced to cook for myself. Everything is just going to be so different, and the change is going to happen so suddenly. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm scared. Even if I'm in the Yay, which is quickly becoming my first choice, I'll still be six hours away from home. Six hours away from my room and my family and everything that I know. I'm so fucking excited. But I'm still so fucking unsure.
So tomorrow I'm going to Tara's, then on to Mel's for a coolios thing. Tara and I are going to bus it hopefully. I hope I remember my scooter too.
Holy shit. I was thinking today ... in almost a year, we're going to be in college. Most likely, we're not even going to be in L.A. We're going to be fiercely (or reluctantly) self sustained, independent from our parents and sleeping next door to boys. BOYS. How many of us have ever even gone to a co-ed sleepover? Ok, I was at one once, but it doesn't really count. I feel so innocent. In a year I could be taking the subway in NYC, reveling at the smells and lights and everything else that I haven't yet encountered. In a year I will have to make new friends and be likeable. In a year I will be forced to cook for myself. Everything is just going to be so different, and the change is going to happen so suddenly. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm scared. Even if I'm in the Yay, which is quickly becoming my first choice, I'll still be six hours away from home. Six hours away from my room and my family and everything that I know. I'm so fucking excited. But I'm still so fucking unsure.