college part 1
I am starting over with my livejournal. I'm deleting all the old posts, because they embarass me. I can't believe I was a junior in high school when I wrote those posts.
Wow. Junior year of high school. What an amazing time. I remember thinking while junior year was happening, i didnt care for it that much, but at the same time I thought "I'll probably look back at this time and think it was amazing."
I predicted the future. I do that a lot.
I've been a college student for about, a month now. I like college. I like Marquette. I want a degree from Marquette, very much so. They're somewhat valuable. I don't think I love college yet. I can see myself loving it one day soon, but not right now. I don't know enough people yet.
I tend to write livejournal posts when I'm emotional and need to get my feelings out.
I like marquette. I like college, like i said before, but it's so much harder to be away from home than i thought it would be. This also isn't cue for people to say "told you so." God, i couldn't count all the mother fuckers who told me i was crazy for going so far away. But whatever, those are the people who will live such an undesirable life. so fuck you. I can handle it. You can't.
When i picked it my senior year, I was thinking more along the lines of...I hate south park, I won't even be sad that I'm leaving. This isn't reasonable.
I am glad I picked marquette, but damn, did i pick it for all the wrong reasons.
I guess I am just upset because in order to get what I want, I have to be away from you. and I could say that it's hard to be away from you, but its such an understatement. Words are too powerless for that one.
I don't like to rely on people. I don't even like the idea that my parents are paying for me to be here. But I can't be independant and be in Pittsburgh. I can't even be independant at a school 4 hours away from home (gannon was my second choice), because the devil on my shoulder would formulate some kind of justification for coming home every weekend to see your pretty green eyes.
Being here is forcing me to make new friends. And keeping the old. And wanting to come back home, but having sweet college experiences too and just keeping my options open about everything.
It's a perfect mix, and for anyone who has a mind of their own that wants to start living their own life, go to school far away.
I am happy.
Wow. Junior year of high school. What an amazing time. I remember thinking while junior year was happening, i didnt care for it that much, but at the same time I thought "I'll probably look back at this time and think it was amazing."
I predicted the future. I do that a lot.
I've been a college student for about, a month now. I like college. I like Marquette. I want a degree from Marquette, very much so. They're somewhat valuable. I don't think I love college yet. I can see myself loving it one day soon, but not right now. I don't know enough people yet.
I tend to write livejournal posts when I'm emotional and need to get my feelings out.
I like marquette. I like college, like i said before, but it's so much harder to be away from home than i thought it would be. This also isn't cue for people to say "told you so." God, i couldn't count all the mother fuckers who told me i was crazy for going so far away. But whatever, those are the people who will live such an undesirable life. so fuck you. I can handle it. You can't.
When i picked it my senior year, I was thinking more along the lines of...I hate south park, I won't even be sad that I'm leaving. This isn't reasonable.
I am glad I picked marquette, but damn, did i pick it for all the wrong reasons.
I guess I am just upset because in order to get what I want, I have to be away from you. and I could say that it's hard to be away from you, but its such an understatement. Words are too powerless for that one.
I don't like to rely on people. I don't even like the idea that my parents are paying for me to be here. But I can't be independant and be in Pittsburgh. I can't even be independant at a school 4 hours away from home (gannon was my second choice), because the devil on my shoulder would formulate some kind of justification for coming home every weekend to see your pretty green eyes.
Being here is forcing me to make new friends. And keeping the old. And wanting to come back home, but having sweet college experiences too and just keeping my options open about everything.
It's a perfect mix, and for anyone who has a mind of their own that wants to start living their own life, go to school far away.
I am happy.