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I copied Devin and looked at what I was writing about last year this week. All I have to say is holy shit, the DRAMA!!!
Today last year Ali got kicked out of her house...and she's still living with her dad, although she and her mom hang out sometimes. It actually worked out...in a weird 'i go to my mom's house to steal food and leave' kind of way.
Yesterday last year a kid at Ithaca jumped out of his window and killed himself.
Tomorrow last year I blew up at someone. That's right, tomorrow last year.
Two days from today last year I got into Wisconsin!
This week apparently I was crying like twelve times a day and isolating myself from all my friends. I actually said 'sometimes I wish I didn't have friends'. WOW, something was very wrong. It was a very weird time, I knew I was leaving and I loved some of the friends I was leaving and hated others...AND I was experiencing the 'despair' state of existentialism!! (which I learned this semester), when I realized that there was no way of knowing the consequences of transferring.
I was also reading the comments on my posts, and wow, you guys were really supportive, so thank you.
Well I'm okay now. Just in case you were worried, I know you were. I'm back to walking around smiling and being grateful that I transferred here. I can't deny that this school has impressed me so much this entire year, even when I've felt lonely and weird. It's beautiful out, I like my friends, I'm handing in my 300 page final project in Experimental Psych (the bain of my existence) TOMORROW, and I only have a few tests and then I'm done. The only problem is that my roommate next year might be anorexic, but let's keep that story off livejournal. I probably shouldn't have even written that. Well, none of you know her.
Anyway, I can't wait to start checking off my summer list of goals and travel around and work at Camp Ghetto because almost everyone is coming back!!!
WHAT THE FUCK ALI STOP DICKING AROUND AND FINISH YOUR PROJECT GAAH.
Today last year Ali got kicked out of her house...and she's still living with her dad, although she and her mom hang out sometimes. It actually worked out...in a weird 'i go to my mom's house to steal food and leave' kind of way.
Yesterday last year a kid at Ithaca jumped out of his window and killed himself.
Tomorrow last year I blew up at someone. That's right, tomorrow last year.
Two days from today last year I got into Wisconsin!
This week apparently I was crying like twelve times a day and isolating myself from all my friends. I actually said 'sometimes I wish I didn't have friends'. WOW, something was very wrong. It was a very weird time, I knew I was leaving and I loved some of the friends I was leaving and hated others...AND I was experiencing the 'despair' state of existentialism!! (which I learned this semester), when I realized that there was no way of knowing the consequences of transferring.
I was also reading the comments on my posts, and wow, you guys were really supportive, so thank you.
Well I'm okay now. Just in case you were worried, I know you were. I'm back to walking around smiling and being grateful that I transferred here. I can't deny that this school has impressed me so much this entire year, even when I've felt lonely and weird. It's beautiful out, I like my friends, I'm handing in my 300 page final project in Experimental Psych (the bain of my existence) TOMORROW, and I only have a few tests and then I'm done. The only problem is that my roommate next year might be anorexic, but let's keep that story off livejournal. I probably shouldn't have even written that. Well, none of you know her.
Anyway, I can't wait to start checking off my summer list of goals and travel around and work at Camp Ghetto because almost everyone is coming back!!!
WHAT THE FUCK ALI STOP DICKING AROUND AND FINISH YOUR PROJECT GAAH.