I would dig a hole all the way to China/Unless of course I was there
...then I'd dig my way back home.
First, let me begin by saying how proud I am of my PCOM family! We've almost reached our goal of $7500 for the Hurricane victims (which will be doubled by the anonymous donor for a grand total of $15,000)!!!!! As of right now, we're less than $200 short...we're totally going to make it! Besides, I still haven't paid my $35...yes, I sacrificed a PSU v. OSU football ticket...and believe me, it has been PAINFUL. (But it's for a good cause. I'm already luckier than most people -- I have a lot to give.)
Second, can we briefly discuss the Philadelphia music scene?! Ummm, how freakin' rad is it that BON JOVI and DAVE MATTHEWS BAND are going to be performing in Philly on/around my birthday?!?!?! Yeah!!! You have no idea how badly I want to go to both shows... The only trouble is finding someone willing to go with me. Bon Jovi is playing the very first weekend in December (which happens to be free for me because it's the beginning of my 2nd semester) and DMB is playing ON my birthday (which falls on a Tuesday this year, but I'm still totally going out/doing something because I'm turning freakin' 23 - I'm sorta getting old - Hell, I found a gray hair this morning while I was getting ready for class). Oh my God, the possibilities are endless!!!!!!!!!!
Finally, I came across some old letters I had written (but never sent) to someone I hold very dear. Reading them wasn't the smartest thing I've done in a while, but then again (when you've spent every night for the last 2 weeks crying yourself to sleep because you miss someone) what IS "smart"? I really don't want to bring anybody down with this little tangent so I'll keep it brief. It just hurts to love someone and not have them love you back; it hurts to know that all the things you're mad at that person for are things you did to him once upon a time; it hurts to realize that you are your own worst enemy. Bottom line: it hurts way more than I ever thought it could; in fact, I honestly didn't ever think we'd be in this place - where missing someone so badly is actually painful and you don't even know if you can breathe. (It doesn't make things easier, either, to suddenly realize that it's been almost 6 years since you've had a boyfriend...or even someone who pretended to love you. It kinda makes you wonder if you're still alive and kicking.) But now I think I finally got the hint...I'm moving on. Amanda's new "beau" has a roommate and we're going on a double-date -- Should be fun, who knows what could happen?!
Well, I think it's time to get back to studying again. There's a lot of material I need to cover before I go home Friday night for CD's Homecoming! I also need to make myself get up off of this futon now and throw away the Villanova Law School flyer I got randomly in the mail today...life's a bitch.
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me...
Take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we've got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me...
First, let me begin by saying how proud I am of my PCOM family! We've almost reached our goal of $7500 for the Hurricane victims (which will be doubled by the anonymous donor for a grand total of $15,000)!!!!! As of right now, we're less than $200 short...we're totally going to make it! Besides, I still haven't paid my $35...yes, I sacrificed a PSU v. OSU football ticket...and believe me, it has been PAINFUL. (But it's for a good cause. I'm already luckier than most people -- I have a lot to give.)
Second, can we briefly discuss the Philadelphia music scene?! Ummm, how freakin' rad is it that BON JOVI and DAVE MATTHEWS BAND are going to be performing in Philly on/around my birthday?!?!?! Yeah!!! You have no idea how badly I want to go to both shows... The only trouble is finding someone willing to go with me. Bon Jovi is playing the very first weekend in December (which happens to be free for me because it's the beginning of my 2nd semester) and DMB is playing ON my birthday (which falls on a Tuesday this year, but I'm still totally going out/doing something because I'm turning freakin' 23 - I'm sorta getting old - Hell, I found a gray hair this morning while I was getting ready for class). Oh my God, the possibilities are endless!!!!!!!!!!
Finally, I came across some old letters I had written (but never sent) to someone I hold very dear. Reading them wasn't the smartest thing I've done in a while, but then again (when you've spent every night for the last 2 weeks crying yourself to sleep because you miss someone) what IS "smart"? I really don't want to bring anybody down with this little tangent so I'll keep it brief. It just hurts to love someone and not have them love you back; it hurts to know that all the things you're mad at that person for are things you did to him once upon a time; it hurts to realize that you are your own worst enemy. Bottom line: it hurts way more than I ever thought it could; in fact, I honestly didn't ever think we'd be in this place - where missing someone so badly is actually painful and you don't even know if you can breathe. (It doesn't make things easier, either, to suddenly realize that it's been almost 6 years since you've had a boyfriend...or even someone who pretended to love you. It kinda makes you wonder if you're still alive and kicking.) But now I think I finally got the hint...I'm moving on. Amanda's new "beau" has a roommate and we're going on a double-date -- Should be fun, who knows what could happen?!
Well, I think it's time to get back to studying again. There's a lot of material I need to cover before I go home Friday night for CD's Homecoming! I also need to make myself get up off of this futon now and throw away the Villanova Law School flyer I got randomly in the mail today...life's a bitch.
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me...
Take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we've got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me...