gut-wrenching conversations in my car...
in about 12 hours, i'll be on my way to Atlanta... replaying the scenes of my last night last year in my head...
i can't even describe all the things i've learned this summer... the different waves of emotions i have experienced... how i've grown as a person...
in fact, my trip to gainesville, a car loaded with sa and stuff... taking her to her home, 7 hours from mine, was creepily unfamilar, and we sat with the radio off, singing all the songs we've known from our past at the top of our lungs... to the point of exhaustion.
after this trip i see why she likes uf so much... how many people she knows and how much fun she has... the least amount of drama possible, except for her slightly crazy roommates... i'm amazed, as always at her ability to adapt, perservere, etc...
it was great to hang out, to see so many people, all whom you might never see again. to be told you have cute clothes, to be hugged by boys you don't really know... to eat pokey sticks at 3 a.m. ...i can't describe the intenseness of how i felt those four days.
in light of a few, or rather extraordinarily many, fights cooper and i have had this summer... i'm very scared about how our friendship is going to last. option 1 is it will, and we will become great friends, something we haven't really experienced yet, or option 2 is it won't, and i will be the butt of all his fury, as he doesn't hesitate to take it out on me in public... i don't want to spend my sophomore year like that, hiding from him at frat parties...
in combination with that, and a few other things... maybe just general malaise and a overwhelming loneliness already for my best friend... a complete unhappiness and a need for anything better...
i've decided i'm going to apply to transfer to uf second semester...
and this time it has nothing to do with proximity to sean and k, everything to do with scholarships, and anything to do with making me happy... because right now i should be happy to go back to Emory-- but instead i'm dreading it.
i can't even describe all the things i've learned this summer... the different waves of emotions i have experienced... how i've grown as a person...
in fact, my trip to gainesville, a car loaded with sa and stuff... taking her to her home, 7 hours from mine, was creepily unfamilar, and we sat with the radio off, singing all the songs we've known from our past at the top of our lungs... to the point of exhaustion.
after this trip i see why she likes uf so much... how many people she knows and how much fun she has... the least amount of drama possible, except for her slightly crazy roommates... i'm amazed, as always at her ability to adapt, perservere, etc...
it was great to hang out, to see so many people, all whom you might never see again. to be told you have cute clothes, to be hugged by boys you don't really know... to eat pokey sticks at 3 a.m. ...i can't describe the intenseness of how i felt those four days.
in light of a few, or rather extraordinarily many, fights cooper and i have had this summer... i'm very scared about how our friendship is going to last. option 1 is it will, and we will become great friends, something we haven't really experienced yet, or option 2 is it won't, and i will be the butt of all his fury, as he doesn't hesitate to take it out on me in public... i don't want to spend my sophomore year like that, hiding from him at frat parties...
in combination with that, and a few other things... maybe just general malaise and a overwhelming loneliness already for my best friend... a complete unhappiness and a need for anything better...
i've decided i'm going to apply to transfer to uf second semester...
and this time it has nothing to do with proximity to sean and k, everything to do with scholarships, and anything to do with making me happy... because right now i should be happy to go back to Emory-- but instead i'm dreading it.