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Being home is even worse than I expected. I'm bored and I've been here for two days.
I want to jump in the car, head to the road outside the village then to the campus center parking lot then on to the ghetto Kingston diner where I can sit in a booth and make fun of the crazy homeless people outside and drink coffee out of the cute yellow mugs and eat the mozzerella sticks I swore I stopped eating.
I saw 13 Going On 30 and it was adorable and I cried and so I guess that means I'm just a basket case right now. Like I was afraid of being. I so called this.
I've had this same sad fucking song on repeat since I found it on my iPod randomly on the train on Thursday night.
Plans: going job hunting tomorrow, going to lunch to catch up with some people, hopefully having our get-drunk-in-the-middle-of-the-park-in-the-middle-of-the-day party, then hobbling to Bryan's baseball game sometime tomorrow evening. I need to figure out Bonnaroo because Sarah is coming now and I need to know about tickets and what not. Sometime later this week I'm heading out to Nashville to see Sally, my cousin's graduation. Then I'm rushing back home in time to see Holland Hall's I guess. Oh and I guess first order of business should be to finish this fucking paper for Donna that I lied about and said was finished and on the way via my roommate or something else really horrible. I should stop lying/cheating/stealing/sinning sometime soon.
I want to get a tan. I want to go to the city and hang out and visit and have a lot of fun. I want to get a job here. I want this to be a better summer than it looks like right now...
I want to jump in the car, head to the road outside the village then to the campus center parking lot then on to the ghetto Kingston diner where I can sit in a booth and make fun of the crazy homeless people outside and drink coffee out of the cute yellow mugs and eat the mozzerella sticks I swore I stopped eating.
I saw 13 Going On 30 and it was adorable and I cried and so I guess that means I'm just a basket case right now. Like I was afraid of being. I so called this.
I've had this same sad fucking song on repeat since I found it on my iPod randomly on the train on Thursday night.
Plans: going job hunting tomorrow, going to lunch to catch up with some people, hopefully having our get-drunk-in-the-middle-of-the-park-in-the-middle-of-the-day party, then hobbling to Bryan's baseball game sometime tomorrow evening. I need to figure out Bonnaroo because Sarah is coming now and I need to know about tickets and what not. Sometime later this week I'm heading out to Nashville to see Sally, my cousin's graduation. Then I'm rushing back home in time to see Holland Hall's I guess. Oh and I guess first order of business should be to finish this fucking paper for Donna that I lied about and said was finished and on the way via my roommate or something else really horrible. I should stop lying/cheating/stealing/sinning sometime soon.
I want to get a tan. I want to go to the city and hang out and visit and have a lot of fun. I want to get a job here. I want this to be a better summer than it looks like right now...