I hope you don't mind that I put down in words...
Oh, these mixed vibes are KILLING me! For christ sake, make up your mind and act one way or another, but stop fucking confusing me, because quite frankly I have had enough of this shit! I think I have decided that civility is not an option in this instance. Although it may sound immature, it's just not worth my time or energy.
I am very very very tired. I need sleep, but I am getting up for the eight o'clock biology class tomorrow, so I can't. It's back to the 'field tomorrow, and I really cannot wait. I am tired of Northeastern. School is really wearing me down and I just need to get away. I need to sleep in my own bed and watch my own t.v. and eat my mom's cooking. I need to get out of here. I feel if I don't I am going to explode any second now. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
I wish I could just flash forward to September. I want to walk around campus in my new skirts when it is ninety degrees outside. I want to be with Chi rooming in West Village G. I want to be excited to see everyone again, and happy that I get to meet new people in a brand new home for the next eight months. I want something new--something completely different from the hum drum life that I have now with the same routine day in and day out. It just had to end. It simply has got to end.
I miss being a little kid. Those were the days, but I never appreciated them. Someone once told me when I was little, "You spend your entire childhood wishing you could be an adult, and once you grow older, you spend a great deal of your adulthood wishing you could return to being a kid". Oh, if I only I had listened to that person and realized at eight years old that I wouldn't be a kid forever and that I should just have enjoyed the moment while it lasted. I let the moment pass me by and now I am stuck here waiting for my ship to come in.
Time for dinner.
I am very very very tired. I need sleep, but I am getting up for the eight o'clock biology class tomorrow, so I can't. It's back to the 'field tomorrow, and I really cannot wait. I am tired of Northeastern. School is really wearing me down and I just need to get away. I need to sleep in my own bed and watch my own t.v. and eat my mom's cooking. I need to get out of here. I feel if I don't I am going to explode any second now. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
I wish I could just flash forward to September. I want to walk around campus in my new skirts when it is ninety degrees outside. I want to be with Chi rooming in West Village G. I want to be excited to see everyone again, and happy that I get to meet new people in a brand new home for the next eight months. I want something new--something completely different from the hum drum life that I have now with the same routine day in and day out. It just had to end. It simply has got to end.
I miss being a little kid. Those were the days, but I never appreciated them. Someone once told me when I was little, "You spend your entire childhood wishing you could be an adult, and once you grow older, you spend a great deal of your adulthood wishing you could return to being a kid". Oh, if I only I had listened to that person and realized at eight years old that I wouldn't be a kid forever and that I should just have enjoyed the moment while it lasted. I let the moment pass me by and now I am stuck here waiting for my ship to come in.
Time for dinner.