i'm going slightly mad
i have been at the theatre since 1:30 pm, saturday, may 7th.
in one week i will be in ohio
in roughly two months i'll be in san diego
in 3 month's i'll be in michigan
in 4 months i will be back in boston
in 3 years i will be recieving my bachelor of fine arts in design from b.u.
unless i hang myself in the drafting lab
which sounds really good right now
almost done with grad class extravaganza
working on 3d obsergaytion
eating sour cream and onion lays stax. i like greasy broken out of the bag potato chips better
i think i'm officially a homewrecker. funny that, in all my years of slutting around i'd never actually ruined someone else's relationship. i feel kinda bad about it..weird, but it's so not my fault. i didn't pull me into a dark corner on buick street in the rain and push me up against the side of a building, or drag me into a bathroom on devotion street. there, see? doesn't that feel better?
in other news, d and j had the vip room at life tonight and i couldn't go because of a stupid strike in 210. didn't go to see more ass hang. why? because c, l, and m are pissing me off and fucked me over earlier this semester, so i don't care for them. strike tomorrow is gonna suck. and by tomorrow i mean later today. mother's day, must call. so broke. $32 to live off of for the next week..ugh
my eyes are on fire. s & s went to my house house today and left messages for me with d. so sweet
saw laramie projects and couldn't stop bawling
"our town has to own this crime"
all i could think of was tim lopez. i broke down outside of the theatre and tried to explain it but everyone just smiled and said "it's okay, i understand, do you need a hug?" and i just wanted to scream at them that they didn't, i wanted to sit them down and make them understand, to take them back and walk them through it, to rub their face in the dirt in that backyard until they could smell that february air, that night sarah hartman flagged down my car on president street and released that stale uncertainty that had been bubbling up for two years, when i ran into the c shop to tell syd and chris evans and jaeceb chima just shook their heads and shook it off, my sister shaking with rage after the sentencing, and me feeling empty and scared.
this is getting woo woo
time to smoke a cig and do something productive or go to sleep
xo
rose
in one week i will be in ohio
in roughly two months i'll be in san diego
in 3 month's i'll be in michigan
in 4 months i will be back in boston
in 3 years i will be recieving my bachelor of fine arts in design from b.u.
unless i hang myself in the drafting lab
which sounds really good right now
almost done with grad class extravaganza
working on 3d obsergaytion
eating sour cream and onion lays stax. i like greasy broken out of the bag potato chips better
i think i'm officially a homewrecker. funny that, in all my years of slutting around i'd never actually ruined someone else's relationship. i feel kinda bad about it..weird, but it's so not my fault. i didn't pull me into a dark corner on buick street in the rain and push me up against the side of a building, or drag me into a bathroom on devotion street. there, see? doesn't that feel better?
in other news, d and j had the vip room at life tonight and i couldn't go because of a stupid strike in 210. didn't go to see more ass hang. why? because c, l, and m are pissing me off and fucked me over earlier this semester, so i don't care for them. strike tomorrow is gonna suck. and by tomorrow i mean later today. mother's day, must call. so broke. $32 to live off of for the next week..ugh
my eyes are on fire. s & s went to my house house today and left messages for me with d. so sweet
saw laramie projects and couldn't stop bawling
"our town has to own this crime"
all i could think of was tim lopez. i broke down outside of the theatre and tried to explain it but everyone just smiled and said "it's okay, i understand, do you need a hug?" and i just wanted to scream at them that they didn't, i wanted to sit them down and make them understand, to take them back and walk them through it, to rub their face in the dirt in that backyard until they could smell that february air, that night sarah hartman flagged down my car on president street and released that stale uncertainty that had been bubbling up for two years, when i ran into the c shop to tell syd and chris evans and jaeceb chima just shook their heads and shook it off, my sister shaking with rage after the sentencing, and me feeling empty and scared.
this is getting woo woo
time to smoke a cig and do something productive or go to sleep
xo
rose