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I'm sitting in my living room with a pile of work around me. Hah.
My birthday is in exactly one week. Nutty. I feel so old. Last night I was at the Leafe with Justin, Steph, and Steph's friend Mike, and I had a drink with my old friend from Roanoke's little brother. I used to see this kid playing in her house when I was in middle school- and he was in elementary school. And now he's drinking at a bar with me talking about traveling around Europe and his pseudo-Libertarian beliefs. Ridiculous.
Speaking of ridiculous- that word pretty much sums up me this semester. Getting into all kinds of trouble... messing up my life. But having an insanely good /alternately/ painfully horrible time.
Can someone please tell me where I'll end up next year?
And why exactly is everyone getting married? I feel like I'm watching Justin's twin brother getting married all over again-- I can feel people's "sympathy" stares whenever the marriage topic comes up. People-- I do not want to get married. At least not right now. I wasn't the little girl who grew up planning her wedding-- I was the little girl who made up elaborate dramas for her Barbie dolls to embark on grand adventures across the globe. Yes, the adventures usually ended in a horrible death by falling out of apartment buildings or having her pink corvette crash down a flight of stairs-- but adventures nonetheless. No staying at home waiting for Ken.
My birthday is in exactly one week. Nutty. I feel so old. Last night I was at the Leafe with Justin, Steph, and Steph's friend Mike, and I had a drink with my old friend from Roanoke's little brother. I used to see this kid playing in her house when I was in middle school- and he was in elementary school. And now he's drinking at a bar with me talking about traveling around Europe and his pseudo-Libertarian beliefs. Ridiculous.
Speaking of ridiculous- that word pretty much sums up me this semester. Getting into all kinds of trouble... messing up my life. But having an insanely good /alternately/ painfully horrible time.
Can someone please tell me where I'll end up next year?
And why exactly is everyone getting married? I feel like I'm watching Justin's twin brother getting married all over again-- I can feel people's "sympathy" stares whenever the marriage topic comes up. People-- I do not want to get married. At least not right now. I wasn't the little girl who grew up planning her wedding-- I was the little girl who made up elaborate dramas for her Barbie dolls to embark on grand adventures across the globe. Yes, the adventures usually ended in a horrible death by falling out of apartment buildings or having her pink corvette crash down a flight of stairs-- but adventures nonetheless. No staying at home waiting for Ken.