we are the people that the city lights glow for
So, here I am. Ready to finally update this thing seriously.
I've been back in Santa Cruz since Sunday morning. It felt amazing to drive into town, know my way around, feel like I was home. I moved all my shit back to my room, then proceeded to rearrange the furniture (pushing my desk closer to my bed and moving some posters and putting the fridge that doesn't work outside). I was feeling really good, really fucking good, but then something happened and my space once again felt completely invaded. I don't really know how I am going to continue living here if no one respects our house or our posessions. I'm over coming home and not knowing where my iPod is, having people asleep all over the house, having people put all their shit on my computer, etc etc this rant could go on. Pretty much, I am a person who craves space. I need my bubble once in a while. We have really opened up our home, and I love having people over, but I just wish there was a little more respect for the people who actually have to LIVE here all the time, not just roll over whenever, cook food, and crash out in the living room.
On a happier note, seriously, I am so glad to be back.
Kelsey is grey hounding it here on Thursday and I'm going to go down and meet him, then bus back to campus. We've gone a solid two weeks without seeing each other, and that is a damn long time for little old impatient me. I never want to be without him, but I know that distance is a really good thing for me. Distance might save this. But its so fucking hard.
I got a new phone AND text messages. Haha.Finally. Don't abuse them, people, or I will get them turned off again. But if you want to send me a happy little note throughout the day, please don't hesitate.
Thanksgiving was a fucking bussssst. I arrived in Santa barbara on Wednesday night, only to be forced to wake p at the crack of dawn and drive four MORE hours to Palm Desert Thursday morning. Grandma's house was, well, depressing as usual. I played some ukelele so that was fun, but besides that I was fucking sick, feverish, alone, and without a phone. My mom and her hubby went and got a really nice hotel room and left my sister and I to stay in my grandma's smelly guestroom. Love it. Oh, and another highlight was obviously driving the miata around town wearing a bright yellow ferrari visor, and finding my stepdad's stash in his glove compartment. score!
I drove back to SB Friday night and attended the stereotypes party where Pyper and I were.. well, big fat dykes. It was amazing to see so many people I used to hang out with congregated in one area, but I was feeling sooo like shit that I could barely socialize. I had a fever and all I wanted to do was talk to kelsey and smoke cigarrettes, but they made my fever even worse and made me even more miserable. Then, after the party was broken up by the cops/caroline'sdad(bob dylan..duuh inside joke fuckers), I got a little taste of high school nostalgia when i got to ship drunk people around, and shuttle them to my house to sleep in any available beds. Oh yeah, then got stoned, watched a dog show with tessa, and didn't even accept the fact that jess came home at 2 am with ORLANDO! It was one of those, "what the fuck" moments where my dual lives became mixed. Sort of like dreams when your friends from home and school and rock stars and van gogh are all friends.. Oh, only I have those kind of dreams.. "Uuuuh, Ok."
It was rearded. I felt like mommy.
Then umm, Saturday was a pointles retarded day of me trying to get as much shit done at home as possible. pyper forgot her paints so we couldn't d our final projects as planned, then we flipped the fuck out when we should have just chilled, and made a stupid plan to go home Saturday night. Bad call. My sister and I saw RENT instead, and we left at the crack of dawn Sunday. Driving on 3 hours of sleep= totally easy. not. Plus my infant passengers had to stop and pee 5 times each, so pretty much I made the best time back to Santa Cruz in the history of the world.
Alright, this post should end now. I have to get ready for class. Fuck that.
Love and respect to you all
<3
I've been back in Santa Cruz since Sunday morning. It felt amazing to drive into town, know my way around, feel like I was home. I moved all my shit back to my room, then proceeded to rearrange the furniture (pushing my desk closer to my bed and moving some posters and putting the fridge that doesn't work outside). I was feeling really good, really fucking good, but then something happened and my space once again felt completely invaded. I don't really know how I am going to continue living here if no one respects our house or our posessions. I'm over coming home and not knowing where my iPod is, having people asleep all over the house, having people put all their shit on my computer, etc etc this rant could go on. Pretty much, I am a person who craves space. I need my bubble once in a while. We have really opened up our home, and I love having people over, but I just wish there was a little more respect for the people who actually have to LIVE here all the time, not just roll over whenever, cook food, and crash out in the living room.
On a happier note, seriously, I am so glad to be back.
Kelsey is grey hounding it here on Thursday and I'm going to go down and meet him, then bus back to campus. We've gone a solid two weeks without seeing each other, and that is a damn long time for little old impatient me. I never want to be without him, but I know that distance is a really good thing for me. Distance might save this. But its so fucking hard.
I got a new phone AND text messages. Haha.Finally. Don't abuse them, people, or I will get them turned off again. But if you want to send me a happy little note throughout the day, please don't hesitate.
Thanksgiving was a fucking bussssst. I arrived in Santa barbara on Wednesday night, only to be forced to wake p at the crack of dawn and drive four MORE hours to Palm Desert Thursday morning. Grandma's house was, well, depressing as usual. I played some ukelele so that was fun, but besides that I was fucking sick, feverish, alone, and without a phone. My mom and her hubby went and got a really nice hotel room and left my sister and I to stay in my grandma's smelly guestroom. Love it. Oh, and another highlight was obviously driving the miata around town wearing a bright yellow ferrari visor, and finding my stepdad's stash in his glove compartment. score!
I drove back to SB Friday night and attended the stereotypes party where Pyper and I were.. well, big fat dykes. It was amazing to see so many people I used to hang out with congregated in one area, but I was feeling sooo like shit that I could barely socialize. I had a fever and all I wanted to do was talk to kelsey and smoke cigarrettes, but they made my fever even worse and made me even more miserable. Then, after the party was broken up by the cops/caroline'sdad(bob dylan..duuh inside joke fuckers), I got a little taste of high school nostalgia when i got to ship drunk people around, and shuttle them to my house to sleep in any available beds. Oh yeah, then got stoned, watched a dog show with tessa, and didn't even accept the fact that jess came home at 2 am with ORLANDO! It was one of those, "what the fuck" moments where my dual lives became mixed. Sort of like dreams when your friends from home and school and rock stars and van gogh are all friends.. Oh, only I have those kind of dreams.. "Uuuuh, Ok."
It was rearded. I felt like mommy.
Then umm, Saturday was a pointles retarded day of me trying to get as much shit done at home as possible. pyper forgot her paints so we couldn't d our final projects as planned, then we flipped the fuck out when we should have just chilled, and made a stupid plan to go home Saturday night. Bad call. My sister and I saw RENT instead, and we left at the crack of dawn Sunday. Driving on 3 hours of sleep= totally easy. not. Plus my infant passengers had to stop and pee 5 times each, so pretty much I made the best time back to Santa Cruz in the history of the world.
Alright, this post should end now. I have to get ready for class. Fuck that.
Love and respect to you all
<3