Welcome to foggy Boston-town
So I've been back to school exactly a week but it seems about a million years longer. Things fell into place really quickly and aside from some old friends not really being friends anymore and some new fun friends, things are good. my room is super sweet and i bet you are all jealous. i need more posters. but really, you should come check it out.
classes...meh. not the greatest classes ive ever had. although i kinda like my science class, shockingly. and my american women writers teacher is HOTTTTTTT. she sort of looks like my dad's singer but prettier.
there are some fun new freshmen, a girl named april who lives down the hall is from RI and likes MCR (eeehhh) and Alkaline Trio so she's top notch in my book. Two boys live next door, Matt and Mark, and...I'm not gonna lie, Mark's really cute and likes good music and...anyway.
Me and Matt are together constantly and I can't help but worry that he's gonna get bored. So I peaced it today and now I'm chilling alone so he can play with his 10th floor friends. We did all hang out on Friday night and drink. I met his friend Bryan McKay who's really cool and Mike D and Arnold and Dan are always a pleasure. On Wednesday night me, Katy and Amy went to this comedy show where we saw Pablo Francisco and Gabriel Iglesias (does this dot say you are here? Do i look like a directory?!) and some other not funny people. It was amazing. I freaked out when I saw Gabriel Iglesias. :-) After that, we came back and drank ourselves fucking RETARDED. I lost track of the number of shots i had, called matt cause...well I was drunk and wanted to make out, then as soon as he got to my room he had to hold the trashcan for me cause i thought i was gonna puke. (i didnt) the night didnt quite end the way i wanted it to but whatevs.
what else? eric kuhr has turned into a douchebag for some reason that i dont know and ive given up on trying to be nice. patrick lives in the doubletree but we still see each other and i love him.
i miss home a little. not like...a lot mind you. but i get lonely in my room sometimes. COME VISIT ME HOME PEOPLE.
o i forgot the most scandalous part-- derek scott cloonan does in fact still go to emerson and i have in fact seen him three times. i pretend i dont see him and i know he's seen me and im not pleased. it makes me really shaky and upset. we'll see what happens. maybe next time i see him ill make a mean face at him so he knows i think hes a piece of shit.
...he's still cute though...
more seriously, what happened to lindsey burke has been on my mind a lot since my sister told me. all i keep thinking is thank god it wasn't caitlin. cause it just as easily could have been her or alexis or katie k and its horrifying. that poor girls parents and family. i dont know what else to say really. i'm just sorry.
classes...meh. not the greatest classes ive ever had. although i kinda like my science class, shockingly. and my american women writers teacher is HOTTTTTTT. she sort of looks like my dad's singer but prettier.
there are some fun new freshmen, a girl named april who lives down the hall is from RI and likes MCR (eeehhh) and Alkaline Trio so she's top notch in my book. Two boys live next door, Matt and Mark, and...I'm not gonna lie, Mark's really cute and likes good music and...anyway.
Me and Matt are together constantly and I can't help but worry that he's gonna get bored. So I peaced it today and now I'm chilling alone so he can play with his 10th floor friends. We did all hang out on Friday night and drink. I met his friend Bryan McKay who's really cool and Mike D and Arnold and Dan are always a pleasure. On Wednesday night me, Katy and Amy went to this comedy show where we saw Pablo Francisco and Gabriel Iglesias (does this dot say you are here? Do i look like a directory?!) and some other not funny people. It was amazing. I freaked out when I saw Gabriel Iglesias. :-) After that, we came back and drank ourselves fucking RETARDED. I lost track of the number of shots i had, called matt cause...well I was drunk and wanted to make out, then as soon as he got to my room he had to hold the trashcan for me cause i thought i was gonna puke. (i didnt) the night didnt quite end the way i wanted it to but whatevs.
what else? eric kuhr has turned into a douchebag for some reason that i dont know and ive given up on trying to be nice. patrick lives in the doubletree but we still see each other and i love him.
i miss home a little. not like...a lot mind you. but i get lonely in my room sometimes. COME VISIT ME HOME PEOPLE.
o i forgot the most scandalous part-- derek scott cloonan does in fact still go to emerson and i have in fact seen him three times. i pretend i dont see him and i know he's seen me and im not pleased. it makes me really shaky and upset. we'll see what happens. maybe next time i see him ill make a mean face at him so he knows i think hes a piece of shit.
...he's still cute though...
more seriously, what happened to lindsey burke has been on my mind a lot since my sister told me. all i keep thinking is thank god it wasn't caitlin. cause it just as easily could have been her or alexis or katie k and its horrifying. that poor girls parents and family. i dont know what else to say really. i'm just sorry.