"I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in..."
Why hello there (sitting in a big armchair, wearing a monacle, and swirling brandy in a glass-picture it lol). It's been a bit since I've written in here, mainly because I didn't want to mask the glory that is Golden Castle, and also at school it's hard to put things into words sometimes. I cried the ENTIRE way home from school on move out day...I even passed on a Charcoal Pitt milkshake from my mom if you can believe that. Among the last people to leave were me, Grant, Vince, and Aaron. It's hard to leave somewhere, but I think it's harder to watch people leave. I feel like I've really found great friends and hugging them goodbye was bittersweet because I knew that I'd see them all again (lol I'm a baby basically) but it was one of those hugs where neither person lets go for a bit and its comfortable...which takes a lot b/c although I was voted most huggable...sometimes I feel like it's a little overrated.
BUT with all that said summer is HeRe and it could not have started in a better, more LSC-like fashion:
I was just standing in my room at home, tears welling in my eyes because it didn't look like my dorm room and I get a call from Colleen...no plan just a car and I wouldn't have it any other way. When I saw the sporty white car roll up I felt all of the LSC memories from dirty men wifebeaters in scavenger hunts, to water drinking contests, to the Syphers?! We then proceeded to roll out to Mary's house and throw pebbles at her window...only to run and hide in her grass when Eric was about to be blamed for the hoodlumish deed. Frustrated...we set off to kidnap Amanda...buuut her neighbors caught us as did the savvy pepe and we made it back to mary's to spy for an hour only to waltz in her door when she wouldn't comply. This is summer.
I love you guys-period.
I'm very comfortable this summer. I'm comfortable with writing in here again. I'm comfortable with finally doing my laundry for once, but I'm also comfortable with wearing the same shorts for three days. I'm comfortable with having a drink or two or three...or whatever it takes for me to be slightly un-sober lol. I'm comfortable with hopping in a car outside of my house with 2 mins to grab some clothes and sneakers for an adventure. I'm comfortable with not having a job for right now because I'm really not that bored and for once I'm not stressed out. I'm more comfortable with myself because I'm setting goals and sticking with them-I've been to the gym pretty much every day since last week and I've started out small and I'm working up. I'm comfortable with throwing a frisbee (thanks to Amanda I use my right hand now hehe). I'm comfortable with talking on the phone with my roomate and people from my dorm. I'm comfortable with doing chores around the house and even cleaning up my room. I'm comfortable with rereading my old poetry. I'm comfortable with the fact that my grades aren't always going to be what I want them to be. I'm comfortable telling my brother that his pink shirt is triflin. I'm almost comfortable with wearing a tank top. I'm comfortable with the fact that I'm not 100% sure of what I want to do when I grow up. I'm comfortable with UD and always have been. I'm more comfortable with my sister and even her boyfriend's family. I'm more comfortable with boys now that I know what it's like to have boys as friends. I'm more comfortable about talking with you guys about...well Boom City topics...and maybe even when sober hehe. I'm comfortable with my style. I'm comfortable with being single because I know that sometime will be the right time. I'm comfortable with the decisions that I've made. I'm comfortable with putting my bare feet on the dashboard of people's cars and singing/rapping as loud and obnoxiously as possible.
Because if you can't be comfortable with someone or where you are in life...really what's the point?
BUT with all that said summer is HeRe and it could not have started in a better, more LSC-like fashion:
I was just standing in my room at home, tears welling in my eyes because it didn't look like my dorm room and I get a call from Colleen...no plan just a car and I wouldn't have it any other way. When I saw the sporty white car roll up I felt all of the LSC memories from dirty men wifebeaters in scavenger hunts, to water drinking contests, to the Syphers?! We then proceeded to roll out to Mary's house and throw pebbles at her window...only to run and hide in her grass when Eric was about to be blamed for the hoodlumish deed. Frustrated...we set off to kidnap Amanda...buuut her neighbors caught us as did the savvy pepe and we made it back to mary's to spy for an hour only to waltz in her door when she wouldn't comply. This is summer.
I love you guys-period.
I'm very comfortable this summer. I'm comfortable with writing in here again. I'm comfortable with finally doing my laundry for once, but I'm also comfortable with wearing the same shorts for three days. I'm comfortable with having a drink or two or three...or whatever it takes for me to be slightly un-sober lol. I'm comfortable with hopping in a car outside of my house with 2 mins to grab some clothes and sneakers for an adventure. I'm comfortable with not having a job for right now because I'm really not that bored and for once I'm not stressed out. I'm more comfortable with myself because I'm setting goals and sticking with them-I've been to the gym pretty much every day since last week and I've started out small and I'm working up. I'm comfortable with throwing a frisbee (thanks to Amanda I use my right hand now hehe). I'm comfortable with talking on the phone with my roomate and people from my dorm. I'm comfortable with doing chores around the house and even cleaning up my room. I'm comfortable with rereading my old poetry. I'm comfortable with the fact that my grades aren't always going to be what I want them to be. I'm comfortable telling my brother that his pink shirt is triflin. I'm almost comfortable with wearing a tank top. I'm comfortable with the fact that I'm not 100% sure of what I want to do when I grow up. I'm comfortable with UD and always have been. I'm more comfortable with my sister and even her boyfriend's family. I'm more comfortable with boys now that I know what it's like to have boys as friends. I'm more comfortable about talking with you guys about...well Boom City topics...and maybe even when sober hehe. I'm comfortable with my style. I'm comfortable with being single because I know that sometime will be the right time. I'm comfortable with the decisions that I've made. I'm comfortable with putting my bare feet on the dashboard of people's cars and singing/rapping as loud and obnoxiously as possible.
Because if you can't be comfortable with someone or where you are in life...really what's the point?