...riga girls, like to kiss, make me wish I was someone else...
Wellllllllllllllll...
I got into Albany, Geneseo, New Paltz, Binghamton, Hofstra, Syracuse, and I forgot to send the 55 bucks into Ithaca sooooo, ow well for that one!
But Cornell.... or Cornell you pain me so. I didn't get downright rejected, but I got something called a guaranteed transfer. Let's just hope Cornell doesn't mind playing around with my sketchy French schedule for the 2007-2008 year. By the way, still scared out of my fucking mind, and it hasn't really hit me yet.
Anyways, I've been working too much these recent weeks. 30 hours this week, yeahhh.... that just rocks the shit, right? And on top of my full time student-ing, my extra curriculars, my friends and most recently Mark being back in the picture, my plate is rather full... but you know me, would I have it any differently?
Welll, Marcus dear Marcus has seemed to come back, and I to him. It's kind of escalated since his birthday? I dunno, he's in Myrtle Beach right now though, I kinda miss him. But his phone call Saturday was sweet, especially after having to pick up that extra shift.
Dearest friends, I love you. I haven't seen you in a while. I mean, I see you everyday, but I feel really far away from you, I miss you a lot. I kinda need you back, and that sucks, cuz we're not even apart yet, I dunno how I'm gonna cope next year, I'm fucking gonna fall apart without you two. I love you, I love you so much, I can't even begin to tell you. And I think you're both spectacular just the way you are, and I never want either one of you to change, because thats what I love about you guys, you know who you are, you stick your foot down and you say "well fuck me if I'm not gonna be myself." And I can't wait for June 15th, when our toes are curled under warm grains of sand, and we take our cans of soda and throw them carelessly aside, to help some random group of friends who are struggling, trying to scrape money together for a trip of their own. This is true friendship guys, you don't find this again. I love you.
I got into Albany, Geneseo, New Paltz, Binghamton, Hofstra, Syracuse, and I forgot to send the 55 bucks into Ithaca sooooo, ow well for that one!
But Cornell.... or Cornell you pain me so. I didn't get downright rejected, but I got something called a guaranteed transfer. Let's just hope Cornell doesn't mind playing around with my sketchy French schedule for the 2007-2008 year. By the way, still scared out of my fucking mind, and it hasn't really hit me yet.
Anyways, I've been working too much these recent weeks. 30 hours this week, yeahhh.... that just rocks the shit, right? And on top of my full time student-ing, my extra curriculars, my friends and most recently Mark being back in the picture, my plate is rather full... but you know me, would I have it any differently?
Welll, Marcus dear Marcus has seemed to come back, and I to him. It's kind of escalated since his birthday? I dunno, he's in Myrtle Beach right now though, I kinda miss him. But his phone call Saturday was sweet, especially after having to pick up that extra shift.
Dearest friends, I love you. I haven't seen you in a while. I mean, I see you everyday, but I feel really far away from you, I miss you a lot. I kinda need you back, and that sucks, cuz we're not even apart yet, I dunno how I'm gonna cope next year, I'm fucking gonna fall apart without you two. I love you, I love you so much, I can't even begin to tell you. And I think you're both spectacular just the way you are, and I never want either one of you to change, because thats what I love about you guys, you know who you are, you stick your foot down and you say "well fuck me if I'm not gonna be myself." And I can't wait for June 15th, when our toes are curled under warm grains of sand, and we take our cans of soda and throw them carelessly aside, to help some random group of friends who are struggling, trying to scrape money together for a trip of their own. This is true friendship guys, you don't find this again. I love you.