Back in Waterford...someone stab me
This has been a long day. I returned my books, and after standing in line for 45 minutes, I got a whopping $153 of the $500 I spent at the beginning of the semester. and all for what? I haven't retained any of the information I packed into my head at this place. I took an exam at 1:00 today too. How much does that blow. A Saturday exam. UConn blows balls, as much as I love the place.
After we said bye to everyone last night, Amy and I packed up all of our shit and it was horribly depressing. We listened to our usual songs. All of our stuff was crammed into her car. I dont want to be back here, trapped in my house with a dying dog and no car to escape the boredom plaguing my poor soul. I've been home for 2 hours and I am ready to slit my wrists. If I can't handle 2 hours, how will I handle 5 weeks. This is certainly going to be an adventure in insanity.
I have an internet stalker. Its kind of fun to talk to him though because he makes the cheesiest passes on me and its very flattering. But still scary. He invites me to his room every 2 seconds. HA! Like I would ever go for that.
This is my new favorite song:
Grey Street ~Dave Matthews Band
Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street
She thinks, “Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can’t get out of this place”
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn’t listen
There’s still a hope in her it might
She says, “I pray
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place”
There’s loneliness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
There’s a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It’d take the work out of the courage
But she says, “Please
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world”
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To grey
I came home and the christmas tree was up, at least the parts the cats hadn't destroyed yet. It still brightened my day a little.
After we said bye to everyone last night, Amy and I packed up all of our shit and it was horribly depressing. We listened to our usual songs. All of our stuff was crammed into her car. I dont want to be back here, trapped in my house with a dying dog and no car to escape the boredom plaguing my poor soul. I've been home for 2 hours and I am ready to slit my wrists. If I can't handle 2 hours, how will I handle 5 weeks. This is certainly going to be an adventure in insanity.
I have an internet stalker. Its kind of fun to talk to him though because he makes the cheesiest passes on me and its very flattering. But still scary. He invites me to his room every 2 seconds. HA! Like I would ever go for that.
This is my new favorite song:
Grey Street ~Dave Matthews Band
Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street
She thinks, “Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can’t get out of this place”
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn’t listen
There’s still a hope in her it might
She says, “I pray
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place”
There’s loneliness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
There’s a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It’d take the work out of the courage
But she says, “Please
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world”
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To grey
I came home and the christmas tree was up, at least the parts the cats hadn't destroyed yet. It still brightened my day a little.