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Haven't written anything lately, not since I've been in college. Just entered my second year, loving every minute of it. I recently changed my major to english, not sure why that took me so long to decide, seems like it's the obvious choice. Put two journalists together and what do they make? A journalist.
Anyways, life drags on. Find myself walking around campus in a haze most of the time. Not really worrying about social or petty things much anymore, just trying to keep from drowning in a sea of article techniques, literature, theater and.... geology? haha... Feeling so different than last year, I'm done with trying to impress people with looks and shit. I can look good when college is over.
Been taking a big inventory with friends, trying to weed out those who provide nothing for me. I recently got into a HUGE fight with my roommate and once good friend, she just doesn't do it for me anymore. If my friends aren't willing to help me grow as a person, I ain't interested. And then again, I feel like I only keep my friends around because they're the only ones who can stand me. One, who shall not be named, makes me want to ice pick my brains out. But, I'm the crazy one, right? If I don't keep them around, maybe I'll never find another friend again. I must be pretty damn hard to live with. I'm reading "The Catcher in the Rye," and it scares the hell out of me! Not knowing you're crazy, but actually being crazy, is a scary thing. Mostly because I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with me. Can't wait to get out of suburbia (disturbia) and own some damn cats.
Anyways, life drags on. Find myself walking around campus in a haze most of the time. Not really worrying about social or petty things much anymore, just trying to keep from drowning in a sea of article techniques, literature, theater and.... geology? haha... Feeling so different than last year, I'm done with trying to impress people with looks and shit. I can look good when college is over.
Been taking a big inventory with friends, trying to weed out those who provide nothing for me. I recently got into a HUGE fight with my roommate and once good friend, she just doesn't do it for me anymore. If my friends aren't willing to help me grow as a person, I ain't interested. And then again, I feel like I only keep my friends around because they're the only ones who can stand me. One, who shall not be named, makes me want to ice pick my brains out. But, I'm the crazy one, right? If I don't keep them around, maybe I'll never find another friend again. I must be pretty damn hard to live with. I'm reading "The Catcher in the Rye," and it scares the hell out of me! Not knowing you're crazy, but actually being crazy, is a scary thing. Mostly because I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with me. Can't wait to get out of suburbia (disturbia) and own some damn cats.