I'm a whiny bitch today, apparently.
I want to be back in my dorm.
I want to have places to walk to, drive to, GO to at all.
I want to wake up every morning and have a cup of Barry's Gold and despair over the fact that I'm probably out of my stupid GF bread.
I want to find something stupid and funny on the internet and be able to force Ashley out of her cave to come look at it.
I want to have things that are actually dynamic to take pictures of-- and yes, I DO know that my town is KNOWN for being picturesque; that doesn't make me despise it any less.
I want to be able to decide at ten o'clock at night that I'm hungry, and be able to actually procure food from somewhere other than Waffle House or Walmart.
I want to sit up stupidly late in my perfectly air-conditioned dorm with my roommate or my sister or one of my other friends and eat cheap but delicious Chinese food while discussing something so gross and inappropriate that other people would be screaming their heads off and begging for ear bleach.
I want to be able to feel like doing something stupid and spontaneous and actually having something stupid and spontaneous to DO.
I want to be able to text Brad and say, "I need coffee, get me the fuck out of my head," and have him say, "Give me ten minutes."
I want to be able to pick my sister up from her apartment at ass-o-clock at night and drink myself stupid on Brad's couch and do Tarot readings and 20 questions until dawn.
I want to be HOME, and for some reason, no matter how cozy my room is, no matter how much of my own crap I surround myself with, this house doesn't feel like home anymore. Things in the fridge aren't where I've left them, I can't leave any of my crap in the living room for fear of my brother breaking it or my dad dropping it or my mom going through it.
I'm itching to get out of here, and I don't want classes to start up again, really, I just want to go home.
Ugh. /rant
I want to have places to walk to, drive to, GO to at all.
I want to wake up every morning and have a cup of Barry's Gold and despair over the fact that I'm probably out of my stupid GF bread.
I want to find something stupid and funny on the internet and be able to force Ashley out of her cave to come look at it.
I want to have things that are actually dynamic to take pictures of-- and yes, I DO know that my town is KNOWN for being picturesque; that doesn't make me despise it any less.
I want to be able to decide at ten o'clock at night that I'm hungry, and be able to actually procure food from somewhere other than Waffle House or Walmart.
I want to sit up stupidly late in my perfectly air-conditioned dorm with my roommate or my sister or one of my other friends and eat cheap but delicious Chinese food while discussing something so gross and inappropriate that other people would be screaming their heads off and begging for ear bleach.
I want to be able to feel like doing something stupid and spontaneous and actually having something stupid and spontaneous to DO.
I want to be able to text Brad and say, "I need coffee, get me the fuck out of my head," and have him say, "Give me ten minutes."
I want to be able to pick my sister up from her apartment at ass-o-clock at night and drink myself stupid on Brad's couch and do Tarot readings and 20 questions until dawn.
I want to be HOME, and for some reason, no matter how cozy my room is, no matter how much of my own crap I surround myself with, this house doesn't feel like home anymore. Things in the fridge aren't where I've left them, I can't leave any of my crap in the living room for fear of my brother breaking it or my dad dropping it or my mom going through it.
I'm itching to get out of here, and I don't want classes to start up again, really, I just want to go home.
Ugh. /rant