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so here i sit...counting down the days until i leave the district of columbia, once and for all. i have to say i've had my fair share of fun and good times down here, but overall i am more then excited to be coming back to the city of brotherly love. baseball games, best friends, old friends, girl friend, family...the list is endless. but yet here i sit and i am sort of reflecting...
first: i fucking hate my roommate. i got boned with housing and got stuck with someone that i could tolerate for three years...then i had to live with him. right now i look over and there are two towels sitting on the bed. he uses one towel for his face and then another towel for the rest of his body. he eats breakfast in said towel, or in his sweatpants and no shirt. he only shops at american eagle and gap, because app. no one else makes clothes. he has burned so many bridges with people that after this year things might be different for him. and i really don't care if he sees this, because i am to tired of dealing with his bullshit. and this is the outlet in which i chose to express it. he actually had the balls to tell me this year that he lost respect for me when he found out i did that "online journal shit", so you can see where this has now gone. i just wanna get the hell out of here, i'm destined for greater things then sleeping next to the wall where the television is, just because he has to roll out of bed on his right side all the time.
second: i don't like when people try to limit me on how late i should stay up/go to bed/whatever. i really don't like it, actually i hate it. i like staying up late, because i can be alone by my fucking self with my music, and my computer, or some tv, whatever. it's good to be alone sometimes and just kind of relax...that's what i do when i'm up to "all hours of the morning". plus it's the only time where alot of my friends from other states, who work all day are online. i just don't like when i'm limited at all, especially in this regard.
third: i am getting a job through a temp agency and hopefully getting my license this summer...knock on all sorts of wood.
summer goals: write a book, write a screenplay, write a pilot, make a movie
i'm aiming for two out of those four.
first: i fucking hate my roommate. i got boned with housing and got stuck with someone that i could tolerate for three years...then i had to live with him. right now i look over and there are two towels sitting on the bed. he uses one towel for his face and then another towel for the rest of his body. he eats breakfast in said towel, or in his sweatpants and no shirt. he only shops at american eagle and gap, because app. no one else makes clothes. he has burned so many bridges with people that after this year things might be different for him. and i really don't care if he sees this, because i am to tired of dealing with his bullshit. and this is the outlet in which i chose to express it. he actually had the balls to tell me this year that he lost respect for me when he found out i did that "online journal shit", so you can see where this has now gone. i just wanna get the hell out of here, i'm destined for greater things then sleeping next to the wall where the television is, just because he has to roll out of bed on his right side all the time.
second: i don't like when people try to limit me on how late i should stay up/go to bed/whatever. i really don't like it, actually i hate it. i like staying up late, because i can be alone by my fucking self with my music, and my computer, or some tv, whatever. it's good to be alone sometimes and just kind of relax...that's what i do when i'm up to "all hours of the morning". plus it's the only time where alot of my friends from other states, who work all day are online. i just don't like when i'm limited at all, especially in this regard.
third: i am getting a job through a temp agency and hopefully getting my license this summer...knock on all sorts of wood.
summer goals: write a book, write a screenplay, write a pilot, make a movie
i'm aiming for two out of those four.