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It would be easy for me to say nothing's going on, but that's not really true.
Summer I is over, thank god. I hated Harry Potter class. Definitely not what I expected. YA Lit irritated me too. I can't believe it's been 5 weeks already. I feel like I just got to Radford, and before I know it I'll be out of here.
I want to move into the house. I have to be out of the apartment by July 9th, and I am completely split about whether or not I want to leave soon or not. On the one hand, I want to get into the house so I won't have to worry about it at the last minute, and I know it'll take me forever to pack and get rid of a ton of stuff, so I should get on it now.
I really don't want to leave this apartment. The best times of my life happened here, and I haven't even been here a whole year. I can't imagine how Kelly felt when she left, since she lived here twice as long. Honestly, I don't know how the house situation is going to be. I like living by myself more than I thought I would (except for 5 days after I saw The Strangers, which was not a good idea.) It's gonna be different living with 4 girls. They're gonna drive me crazy.
I'm going home on Tuesday. I can't wait to get out of here and take a break from Radford. I miss Fredericksburg a lot more than I let on, and I know I'm not going to want to leave. I want things to be like they used to be, like last summer when I didn't have a job and I didn't worry about anything. Growing up is not as cool as I thought.
I. I I I I. That's all I talk about.
Ricky came to visit! We smoked up with Tyler, which was a little awkward but not altogether uncomfortable. I had a really great time, but then again I always do with both of them, so whatever. I like smoking more than I thought I would. We took videos. They are priceless. The best one is probably our duet of "Tell Him," although it's really more of "Ricky singing both parts while I look on in horror." I'll learn Celine's part eventually. We realized that song is exactly what's going on in my life right now. So gay. SO GAY. I'm going to visit him in Norfolk in August, and I'm pretty positive it'll be a million times better than when I visited last year. I can't believe that was almost a year ago. It feels like yesterday. God.
I'm in bed hanging out at 10 on a Friday. That's how lame I am when people aren't here. When I say people, I mean one person. I'm trying this new thing where I talk about something besides one thing all day, every day. Driving me crazy. Something has to happen soon.
I took off all next week so that I could have an adventure. I wanted to go somewhere new and different and fun, but instead I'm going somewhere old and familiar and completely normal. Maybe that's the kind of vacation I wanted anyway.
Oh hey I wrote a novella.
Summer I is over, thank god. I hated Harry Potter class. Definitely not what I expected. YA Lit irritated me too. I can't believe it's been 5 weeks already. I feel like I just got to Radford, and before I know it I'll be out of here.
I want to move into the house. I have to be out of the apartment by July 9th, and I am completely split about whether or not I want to leave soon or not. On the one hand, I want to get into the house so I won't have to worry about it at the last minute, and I know it'll take me forever to pack and get rid of a ton of stuff, so I should get on it now.
I really don't want to leave this apartment. The best times of my life happened here, and I haven't even been here a whole year. I can't imagine how Kelly felt when she left, since she lived here twice as long. Honestly, I don't know how the house situation is going to be. I like living by myself more than I thought I would (except for 5 days after I saw The Strangers, which was not a good idea.) It's gonna be different living with 4 girls. They're gonna drive me crazy.
I'm going home on Tuesday. I can't wait to get out of here and take a break from Radford. I miss Fredericksburg a lot more than I let on, and I know I'm not going to want to leave. I want things to be like they used to be, like last summer when I didn't have a job and I didn't worry about anything. Growing up is not as cool as I thought.
I. I I I I. That's all I talk about.
Ricky came to visit! We smoked up with Tyler, which was a little awkward but not altogether uncomfortable. I had a really great time, but then again I always do with both of them, so whatever. I like smoking more than I thought I would. We took videos. They are priceless. The best one is probably our duet of "Tell Him," although it's really more of "Ricky singing both parts while I look on in horror." I'll learn Celine's part eventually. We realized that song is exactly what's going on in my life right now. So gay. SO GAY. I'm going to visit him in Norfolk in August, and I'm pretty positive it'll be a million times better than when I visited last year. I can't believe that was almost a year ago. It feels like yesterday. God.
I'm in bed hanging out at 10 on a Friday. That's how lame I am when people aren't here. When I say people, I mean one person. I'm trying this new thing where I talk about something besides one thing all day, every day. Driving me crazy. Something has to happen soon.
I took off all next week so that I could have an adventure. I wanted to go somewhere new and different and fun, but instead I'm going somewhere old and familiar and completely normal. Maybe that's the kind of vacation I wanted anyway.
Oh hey I wrote a novella.