college is fun, too bad studying gets in the way
chelsea took apart the fish tank
it's time to go...
My freshman year has flown by so fast, and in my 18th year of life i have experienced enough memories to fuel me to jupiter. this year has been spectacular, unforgettable, heartfelt, exciting, hilarious and invigorating.
i have enjoyed every moment of it --even the nasty parts. living in my first dorm apartment with three insane roomates was even worthwhile, one sedistic masachistic crack head, one phsyco passive aggresive whore and another stoner controlling hippie with british humor...the party boys that never grew out of highschool's social constraint heiarchy, the innocent asian girls that fuck after their first kisses and wander why the boy left them, the cookie best friend that has stayed with you through it all with warm hugs and genuine sweetness. the hot neighbors that greet you in their boxers and invite you over for late night popcorn, vodka and cuddles. the gay best friend that watches out for you and grabs ur butt and tells you you're too pretty for all these "scare" boys. late night hikes, bonfires, beach parties, drunkiddy-drunkness and smokeouts with your best friends, the joys of riding in cars and getting lost...thinking that bc ur 18 yrs old, u always know which direction is north. dancing in streets, making out with hot boys and not so hot boys trying to make out with you, cram studying, stressing, and drinking in the library, raccoon adventures, and random bus driver conversations, meeting tons of people in the wierdest situations, messed up sleeping patterns, movie nights, dining hall blues, getting emails and calls from friends back home (priceless), missing momma's iky spagetti,free concerts in the woods, dance parties, custome parties and spy adventures, fuck finals mentality and mcdonalds binge eating. fort constructions in marissa's living room, spidy man bed sheets, and las palmas burrittos....yum. i can't wait for it to start all over.
this time, i think i'll study more.... HA!!
to my dear high school graduates: dont blink, u might miss out on something....enjoy EVERY MOMENT OF IT, EVEN THE WORST-- if there is such a thing. and don't worry, ur roomate PROBABLY WILL BE SOME KIND OF FREAK
it's time to go...
My freshman year has flown by so fast, and in my 18th year of life i have experienced enough memories to fuel me to jupiter. this year has been spectacular, unforgettable, heartfelt, exciting, hilarious and invigorating.
i have enjoyed every moment of it --even the nasty parts. living in my first dorm apartment with three insane roomates was even worthwhile, one sedistic masachistic crack head, one phsyco passive aggresive whore and another stoner controlling hippie with british humor...the party boys that never grew out of highschool's social constraint heiarchy, the innocent asian girls that fuck after their first kisses and wander why the boy left them, the cookie best friend that has stayed with you through it all with warm hugs and genuine sweetness. the hot neighbors that greet you in their boxers and invite you over for late night popcorn, vodka and cuddles. the gay best friend that watches out for you and grabs ur butt and tells you you're too pretty for all these "scare" boys. late night hikes, bonfires, beach parties, drunkiddy-drunkness and smokeouts with your best friends, the joys of riding in cars and getting lost...thinking that bc ur 18 yrs old, u always know which direction is north. dancing in streets, making out with hot boys and not so hot boys trying to make out with you, cram studying, stressing, and drinking in the library, raccoon adventures, and random bus driver conversations, meeting tons of people in the wierdest situations, messed up sleeping patterns, movie nights, dining hall blues, getting emails and calls from friends back home (priceless), missing momma's iky spagetti,free concerts in the woods, dance parties, custome parties and spy adventures, fuck finals mentality and mcdonalds binge eating. fort constructions in marissa's living room, spidy man bed sheets, and las palmas burrittos....yum. i can't wait for it to start all over.
this time, i think i'll study more.... HA!!
to my dear high school graduates: dont blink, u might miss out on something....enjoy EVERY MOMENT OF IT, EVEN THE WORST-- if there is such a thing. and don't worry, ur roomate PROBABLY WILL BE SOME KIND OF FREAK