life once again kicking my ass
Hahaha.
So I burned incense in my room today for the first time; I'd bought some yummy sandalwood stuff at the asian food market the other day, and i was just feeling so down and out that I wanted to thwart the smoke detector for the sake of a yummy scent.
And umm, I was walking into my room, and I hear my roomie on the other side of the building saying, "Can I stay in your room for a little while? My room's the stinky one."
And I had to grin, and wince, all at once. It really does smell good. But I opened my window for her sake. I'm afraid that it won't go away for awhile nonetheless.
Le sigh.
So the reason I was in my room was because the cafeteria had decided to serve Thanksgiving dinner tonight, which meant fancy tableclothes and cultery, sparkling cider at each table; the whole nine yards, including NOTHING vegan friendly. I was fed up and depressed anyway, so I went down and cooked spaghetti in my dorm and ate all my myself. It was delicious, though.
And, Will stopped by and gave me a sweet card he'd made for me, saying "I know you're going through a rough time, and if there's anything I can do for you, know that I'm here for you. Love, Will" And it was also full of assorted condoms and dental dams, because he's an RA and so has an endless supply, I guess.
I cried today for the first time my Burlington-NY flight on my way here. I was talking to my mom, saying I wanted to come home. I don't think she knew, though. It was just a little cry next to the hallway phone.
Le sigh. Again.
My relationship with Shana is so awkward now. For a few days, it honestly seemed like I was fine after she broke up with me. Then she told me she thought maybe she had made a mistake, I told her she shouldn't second-guess herself, and I was plunged into a pit of despair.
Huzzah. Despair pits. My English Personal Narrative was kind of ridiculously depressing, for example.
Sometimes, it feels strange to write in this, because none of my closest friends read it, but right now, it's nice.
That's all.
Love,
Holly
So I burned incense in my room today for the first time; I'd bought some yummy sandalwood stuff at the asian food market the other day, and i was just feeling so down and out that I wanted to thwart the smoke detector for the sake of a yummy scent.
And umm, I was walking into my room, and I hear my roomie on the other side of the building saying, "Can I stay in your room for a little while? My room's the stinky one."
And I had to grin, and wince, all at once. It really does smell good. But I opened my window for her sake. I'm afraid that it won't go away for awhile nonetheless.
Le sigh.
So the reason I was in my room was because the cafeteria had decided to serve Thanksgiving dinner tonight, which meant fancy tableclothes and cultery, sparkling cider at each table; the whole nine yards, including NOTHING vegan friendly. I was fed up and depressed anyway, so I went down and cooked spaghetti in my dorm and ate all my myself. It was delicious, though.
And, Will stopped by and gave me a sweet card he'd made for me, saying "I know you're going through a rough time, and if there's anything I can do for you, know that I'm here for you. Love, Will" And it was also full of assorted condoms and dental dams, because he's an RA and so has an endless supply, I guess.
I cried today for the first time my Burlington-NY flight on my way here. I was talking to my mom, saying I wanted to come home. I don't think she knew, though. It was just a little cry next to the hallway phone.
Le sigh. Again.
My relationship with Shana is so awkward now. For a few days, it honestly seemed like I was fine after she broke up with me. Then she told me she thought maybe she had made a mistake, I told her she shouldn't second-guess herself, and I was plunged into a pit of despair.
Huzzah. Despair pits. My English Personal Narrative was kind of ridiculously depressing, for example.
Sometimes, it feels strange to write in this, because none of my closest friends read it, but right now, it's nice.
That's all.
Love,
Holly