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I have never missed someone so much in my entire life. And I don't just miss someone, I miss theone.
I ate heartily today. Lots of grilled vegetables, chips, salsa, and other vegan chow. People in Wellsboro think I'm odd for eating the way I do (and basically doing everything I do), but I've been eating this way since 7th grade -- you'd think they'd catch up to me.
Yes, living here is frustrating, especially because Ithaca spoiled me rotten. I took 24 hour establishments for granted . . . now I'm lucky if I can get to the store before it closes at 10 to buy $6 packages of veggie burgers (which turn out to have terrible freezer burn).
And another thing! It seems people in this town enjoy driving tipsy/drunk/what have you. I will never understand this -- NEVER. It's just plain stupid. Perhaps some of these people have nothing to show them how precious their lives are, I don't really know.
I have discovered that majoring in writing was a huge mistake (I know I've made this "discovery" on countless occasions). I guess now that I am not gearing up for fall classes . . . now that I'm back in the town where my reputation, my identity is MUSIC, I am beginning to understand the gravity of that decision I made in the fall of my senior year of high school: abandon music as a career option. (and no, I didn't want to be some cheesy pop-star).
Another problem with majoring in writing is that I am completely burned out from my final year of study -- I can hardly put my thoughts together anymore. I never write. I never care if I am not writing. I've never been one to sit and read tons of books . . . so I'm even starting to lose appreciation for good writing. Damnit. You'd think four years of intense schooling would take a confused kid and somehow transform him or her. No. I feel more confused than ever -- now I have less time to find myself.
Pessimism is my best friend. hahahah :) just kidding.
I ate heartily today. Lots of grilled vegetables, chips, salsa, and other vegan chow. People in Wellsboro think I'm odd for eating the way I do (and basically doing everything I do), but I've been eating this way since 7th grade -- you'd think they'd catch up to me.
Yes, living here is frustrating, especially because Ithaca spoiled me rotten. I took 24 hour establishments for granted . . . now I'm lucky if I can get to the store before it closes at 10 to buy $6 packages of veggie burgers (which turn out to have terrible freezer burn).
And another thing! It seems people in this town enjoy driving tipsy/drunk/what have you. I will never understand this -- NEVER. It's just plain stupid. Perhaps some of these people have nothing to show them how precious their lives are, I don't really know.
I have discovered that majoring in writing was a huge mistake (I know I've made this "discovery" on countless occasions). I guess now that I am not gearing up for fall classes . . . now that I'm back in the town where my reputation, my identity is MUSIC, I am beginning to understand the gravity of that decision I made in the fall of my senior year of high school: abandon music as a career option. (and no, I didn't want to be some cheesy pop-star).
Another problem with majoring in writing is that I am completely burned out from my final year of study -- I can hardly put my thoughts together anymore. I never write. I never care if I am not writing. I've never been one to sit and read tons of books . . . so I'm even starting to lose appreciation for good writing. Damnit. You'd think four years of intense schooling would take a confused kid and somehow transform him or her. No. I feel more confused than ever -- now I have less time to find myself.
Pessimism is my best friend. hahahah :) just kidding.