reincarnation of the LJ
I really miss this thing. This is like old school, I know, but it's better than myspace and facebook. This was when things were a little more simple and I could just check out the scene without pics or mini feeds. I think we should all start writing in this again.. honestly, I used to do it about 2-3 times a day. And I felt closer to everyone.. I knew what was up in their lives even when I wasn't apart of it at times.
For real, not for fake.
I miss this. I miss home. I miss the smell of fall which is unfotunately smothered by the smell of Boston and car exhaust. I miss the hammock, hammock nights, being comfortable. Most of all.. being young. I miss that. College rapes you of it, I swear. Innocence becomes a question of who has experienced the least. Then, it's quickly turned into a game of slight peer pressure to experience as much as you can in the least amount of time. Not a huge fan, I won't lie.
I miss a lot of things. But I think i'm finally realizing that this is the part of life that all the adults talk about.. the excitement of independence that has been dangerously overdone. This is what our new-found college independence entails:
1. no more parents.
2. no more rules.
3. no more curfews.
4. no more family dinners a few times a week.
5. no more seeing your brothers everyday.
6. no more seeing your friends everyday.
7. no more simple luxuries such as a private bath or room.
these are our independence. It's meant to give us an idea of what it's like to grow up. This scares me. Because so far, my experience being independent has hurt me more than it has helped me grow. Sometimes I almost wish I could walk through those SH doors and see Pierangeli and O'B. Honestly. Inc&Res. Martin. Boyd&Cusick. It's ridiculous how much everything changes. It's ridiculous how hard it is to come to realization that their life goes on without you in it. I think that's the hardest of all. But this is life, isn't it?
For real, not for fake.
I miss this. I miss home. I miss the smell of fall which is unfotunately smothered by the smell of Boston and car exhaust. I miss the hammock, hammock nights, being comfortable. Most of all.. being young. I miss that. College rapes you of it, I swear. Innocence becomes a question of who has experienced the least. Then, it's quickly turned into a game of slight peer pressure to experience as much as you can in the least amount of time. Not a huge fan, I won't lie.
I miss a lot of things. But I think i'm finally realizing that this is the part of life that all the adults talk about.. the excitement of independence that has been dangerously overdone. This is what our new-found college independence entails:
1. no more parents.
2. no more rules.
3. no more curfews.
4. no more family dinners a few times a week.
5. no more seeing your brothers everyday.
6. no more seeing your friends everyday.
7. no more simple luxuries such as a private bath or room.
these are our independence. It's meant to give us an idea of what it's like to grow up. This scares me. Because so far, my experience being independent has hurt me more than it has helped me grow. Sometimes I almost wish I could walk through those SH doors and see Pierangeli and O'B. Honestly. Inc&Res. Martin. Boyd&Cusick. It's ridiculous how much everything changes. It's ridiculous how hard it is to come to realization that their life goes on without you in it. I think that's the hardest of all. But this is life, isn't it?