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being home is quite strange.
i broke my fast on an airplane. with the yummiest smoothy ever and a big-ass bag of honey bunches of oats.
the man sitting next to me must have been about 30. he was reading harry potter and picking his crotch the entire time.
united airlines now goes by "ted." i guess they want to make it more personal.. "ted would like to welcome YOU..." i felt like i knew the man.
i definitely had forgotten about the cat and dog hair everywhere.
i found a really funny picture of abby and i that i must show her.
shopping for clothing is a pain in the ass. especially when you aren't happy with the amount of weight you've gained.
it feels like i've never left. but it also feels like i dont belong here.
i woke up in the middle of the night about 3 times confused and wondering where zoe and sydney were. when the phone rang in the morning, i thought it was my alarm clock.
home=memories. some good, some bad, but memories.
its weird being home but having so much of home (aka, my friends) gone. i passed by sm and al's house and abby's exit and foster city..and all on the way to joy meadow..
my psychology textbook might just be the funniest thing ever.
"when you're thinking about your sweetheart, you have a mental image of him or her in your mind...and you may have in mind linguistic statements such as "I wish i could be with him or her right now instead of reading this text."
"we also form concepts for abstract ideas, such as honesty, intelligence, or pornography"
a textbook geared towards college students..yep.
tomorow= UC berkeley. sunday=UC santa cruz
the end for now.
i broke my fast on an airplane. with the yummiest smoothy ever and a big-ass bag of honey bunches of oats.
the man sitting next to me must have been about 30. he was reading harry potter and picking his crotch the entire time.
united airlines now goes by "ted." i guess they want to make it more personal.. "ted would like to welcome YOU..." i felt like i knew the man.
i definitely had forgotten about the cat and dog hair everywhere.
i found a really funny picture of abby and i that i must show her.
shopping for clothing is a pain in the ass. especially when you aren't happy with the amount of weight you've gained.
it feels like i've never left. but it also feels like i dont belong here.
i woke up in the middle of the night about 3 times confused and wondering where zoe and sydney were. when the phone rang in the morning, i thought it was my alarm clock.
home=memories. some good, some bad, but memories.
its weird being home but having so much of home (aka, my friends) gone. i passed by sm and al's house and abby's exit and foster city..and all on the way to joy meadow..
my psychology textbook might just be the funniest thing ever.
"when you're thinking about your sweetheart, you have a mental image of him or her in your mind...and you may have in mind linguistic statements such as "I wish i could be with him or her right now instead of reading this text."
"we also form concepts for abstract ideas, such as honesty, intelligence, or pornography"
a textbook geared towards college students..yep.
tomorow= UC berkeley. sunday=UC santa cruz
the end for now.