Sep 15, 2004 15:32
Dear home,
Ok so now that I'm off doing my own thang, its werid cause i don't feel like its my thang. Here i am living in boston, using a cell phone, studying, trying to get a job, and hanging out with people that I would have never approached in a million years. Yet I still act the same. My roomate asked doesn't it smell like tommy's colonge, and because of my hearing disabilty, I ask "What its smells like somebody is taking a shit?" What the significance of this is? I'm not sure. Its werid, I feel bad cause I wish everybody is here, but more than that, i'm just glad that I'm here. School is hard, I've come to the conclusion that classical teachers don't know crap. But I'm catching on, I have hopes that I'll be fine. Everyone here is really cool, but it seems like a good chunk of my time is being spent with people from home. Hanging out with alison molly erin, jumping in fountains with john brown, hanging out with josh, and going to lunch with my sister. I need to figure out what the hell i'm doing. I don't want to fuck this up. I feel like i'm a mess, but i know i'm not. i guess its just a shell shock thing. I don't know. anyways... 781 910 5823 if you have verison in network call me anytime you please, if not nights and weekends bitches.
Love always,
Kerri B