i'm about to bitch.
i miss my friends so fucking much it hurts. seeing all these pictures from you Purchase kids is breaking my heart. i just want everyone to be together again because i feel empty and lonely without you guys. i miss sam and katherine more than life, and even AM! (jk). i miss long beach air and long beach streets and fucking all of it. i miss my house and my family and my bed and i hate the fucking fact that Gizmo is dead. it doesn't even sound real. i don't think i realized it yet or remotely processed it but maybe when i go home and the house smells a little less and there is an empty fucking spot where his bed used to be i'll realize i didn't even get to pet him before i left for college. i feel like i'll still walk through the door and call his name, merely forgetting and denying the fact he is fucking dead.
fuck 'danes after dark'. the one fucking night i decide to stay in and catch up on some alone time, the music is so goddamn loud that the bass is pulsating through my walls and consequently vibrating my computer desk and computer. i know that this is just my horrible mood talking, but i fucking hate some aspects of college. mainly the fact that everyone here is more or less the same, and not in a good way. my suitemate's friends drove to visit her today (like good friends do from time to time, ehemm) and they're all in the hallway and bathroom making lots of noise and fumbling over makeup and hair that is inevitably going to get ruined. the girls get dressed up all nice and slutty and wear painfully high heels and wait on the bus stop in hoards of people and walk stiffly down the streets to whatever party or bar is the destination of the night. fuck this lifestyle and fuck the girl who just opened my door without knocking to use my mirror.
the one thing i was finally able to verbalize about college is that there is basically no alone time. i'm always with someone who has decided to accompany me with whatever i am doing and then when i finally make it back to my room, my roommate is there talking and laughing and trying to get me to do the same. when i finally find the 3 fucking hours of alone time, the dj at the campus center has to break everyone's eardrums and leave me miserable.
one of my suitemates is a total asshole and her idiot meat head friend kind of broke ryan's balls, so i just un-propped his suite door and now i hear him cursing about being locked out. hmm, i guess shit happens.
yesterday i had a very drunk person explain to me that since i'm a girl i don't need to bring money when i go to the bars, but then told ryan that he needs to have at least $40 if he wants to bring anything home. i suppose, maybe i should be taking advantage of the fact i can theoretically be getting drunk for free. hmm.
oh god, i think this is my cue, i just heard the girls yell that they had to all conveine (sp?) in the hallway to take good facebook pictures. i should probably get down on that.
I MISS EVERYONE. COME LIVE IN ALBANY WITH ME.
fuck 'danes after dark'. the one fucking night i decide to stay in and catch up on some alone time, the music is so goddamn loud that the bass is pulsating through my walls and consequently vibrating my computer desk and computer. i know that this is just my horrible mood talking, but i fucking hate some aspects of college. mainly the fact that everyone here is more or less the same, and not in a good way. my suitemate's friends drove to visit her today (like good friends do from time to time, ehemm) and they're all in the hallway and bathroom making lots of noise and fumbling over makeup and hair that is inevitably going to get ruined. the girls get dressed up all nice and slutty and wear painfully high heels and wait on the bus stop in hoards of people and walk stiffly down the streets to whatever party or bar is the destination of the night. fuck this lifestyle and fuck the girl who just opened my door without knocking to use my mirror.
the one thing i was finally able to verbalize about college is that there is basically no alone time. i'm always with someone who has decided to accompany me with whatever i am doing and then when i finally make it back to my room, my roommate is there talking and laughing and trying to get me to do the same. when i finally find the 3 fucking hours of alone time, the dj at the campus center has to break everyone's eardrums and leave me miserable.
one of my suitemates is a total asshole and her idiot meat head friend kind of broke ryan's balls, so i just un-propped his suite door and now i hear him cursing about being locked out. hmm, i guess shit happens.
yesterday i had a very drunk person explain to me that since i'm a girl i don't need to bring money when i go to the bars, but then told ryan that he needs to have at least $40 if he wants to bring anything home. i suppose, maybe i should be taking advantage of the fact i can theoretically be getting drunk for free. hmm.
oh god, i think this is my cue, i just heard the girls yell that they had to all conveine (sp?) in the hallway to take good facebook pictures. i should probably get down on that.
I MISS EVERYONE. COME LIVE IN ALBANY WITH ME.