Sep 02, 2004 21:39
Here=ahhhhhh,
I have my star lamp above me and a window seat out above a forest. The Garden State soundtrack, and a roomate eating buffalo wings next to me, rather below me, given the top bunk situation. I am not sure what to think. I just walked about two miles with three girls I don't know, to get bad chai. Anyway, I feel fake, with each new meeting and new voice pitch, I become increasingly disgusted with myself. And annoyed with my inability to be real, or to commit to an emotion.
It appears that while my minnasota roomate was a debutant and messy, and my goalie, long island and neat roomate that I am not to be the outsider of their exclusive friendship that I had fabricated in my worries.
there is still so much to unpack into my tiny desk and tiny wardrobe. While I am surrounded by shoes, perhaps 60 pairs are currently living with me crammed into this triple, the debutant may drive me crazy, but I have high hopes.I can't wait till classes start and I can do something that is not foreign or makes me feel uncomfortalbe
I love you all
e-mail: e.claflin@skidmore.edu
cell phone: 595-1727