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Dear livejournal, (yes, Ashley, I'm copying you)
Today I felt like such a college student.
Like a typical college student.
Like the stories that my mom tells me of when she was at college.
Like I imagined I would feel like at college... but life is never what you imagine it to be.
I want to remember it.
I can't go to sleep until I write it down because I have memory issues and I'll probably forget or it will seem silly and pointless in the morning.
Then I can read it when I am older and smile.
This was my day:
I got up at 8:30. Got ready. Went to GQ and bought a parfait. Went to Psychology class. Wore really cool goggles that alter your vision. Went to Portraits of Adolescents class. It was really boring. Saw my friends, Laura and Liz, and walked to lunch and talked and shopped at the jewlery guy that was set up outside of Seeger's Union. Ate. Watched Full House with Diana (I look foward to that every day) Did homework. Ew. Went to French. I hate that Professor. Languages are frustrating. Went strait to Public Speaking class. That professor is such a hippie. I love it. I love hippies. Went running outside with Diana and Aubrey. Took a shower. Went to the Garden Room with Diana, Aubrey, and Jess for dinner. Spent 3 hours making a pop-out-balloon birthday card for Dad. It's awsome. It's beginning to be warm enough for kids to hang out in the quad, again. We opened our window. Guitars play aaaalllll afternoon until midnight. Aubrey comes into our room to do her homework. Diana watched American Idol. We talk. I try on a bunch of summery clothes. Diana and Aubrey laugh because they don't like my fashion sense. It's a lot of fun. Our room smells like pot from the quad. Pot smells disguisting. But I don't mind it because I like the atmosphere of the voices from the kids on the quad and the guitars and I secretly wish I was down there with them, singing and smoking and disguissing hippie-ish topics.
It's 1:09 and I'm going to sleep.
Goodnight.
I love you.
Today I felt like such a college student.
Like a typical college student.
Like the stories that my mom tells me of when she was at college.
Like I imagined I would feel like at college... but life is never what you imagine it to be.
I want to remember it.
I can't go to sleep until I write it down because I have memory issues and I'll probably forget or it will seem silly and pointless in the morning.
Then I can read it when I am older and smile.
This was my day:
I got up at 8:30. Got ready. Went to GQ and bought a parfait. Went to Psychology class. Wore really cool goggles that alter your vision. Went to Portraits of Adolescents class. It was really boring. Saw my friends, Laura and Liz, and walked to lunch and talked and shopped at the jewlery guy that was set up outside of Seeger's Union. Ate. Watched Full House with Diana (I look foward to that every day) Did homework. Ew. Went to French. I hate that Professor. Languages are frustrating. Went strait to Public Speaking class. That professor is such a hippie. I love it. I love hippies. Went running outside with Diana and Aubrey. Took a shower. Went to the Garden Room with Diana, Aubrey, and Jess for dinner. Spent 3 hours making a pop-out-balloon birthday card for Dad. It's awsome. It's beginning to be warm enough for kids to hang out in the quad, again. We opened our window. Guitars play aaaalllll afternoon until midnight. Aubrey comes into our room to do her homework. Diana watched American Idol. We talk. I try on a bunch of summery clothes. Diana and Aubrey laugh because they don't like my fashion sense. It's a lot of fun. Our room smells like pot from the quad. Pot smells disguisting. But I don't mind it because I like the atmosphere of the voices from the kids on the quad and the guitars and I secretly wish I was down there with them, singing and smoking and disguissing hippie-ish topics.
It's 1:09 and I'm going to sleep.
Goodnight.
I love you.