Which brother turned to which and said, "I have a GREAT idea for a song. We'll sing like women!"

[savingithaca]

Sunday nights suck. They suck so much. Since I took last Thursday off for the head of the year, this week will be my official full week of school. Five days. I know it doesn't seem like much, but I really can't do it. I hate school. So much. Despite the reason that I'm not doing anything there, or that there's no real work involved, I want to just

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[tuezmoi]

i talked to julia tonight and almost broke down into tears, honestly right now as i type this im holding them back but they seem to be welling up. i know ive been the most horrible person in terms of communicating with people and i cant even explain it. theres no excuse and i need to stop being a fucking loser and start keeping in better touch. yesterday i had my birthday party [yeah incredibly late] and showed everyone the risd yearbook, and told them about when the french whore came in and pissed like there was no tomorrow, and told them about how amazing our floor was and everyone on it, and my god it makes me want to push rewind so badly. you guys meant so fucking much to me that its not even close to funny and it absolutely makes me insane that i cant see you every day. jess we were ROOMMATES, i used to come home to you and your puffy gums, and now i come home to nobody. its so hard adjusting, i havent even unpacked everything yet. because i dont want to accept the fact that its over and im never going back. i need so desparately to see you and everyone else again and laugh about martys ribbons or attack her with a big piece of cardboard. remember the pirate sign me and julia put on you while you were sleeping? ahaha. or plooping the ice cream? and how everyone thought we were insane [we are duh] hahaa. ok so what im basically trying to say here is that i miss you and we need to talk and catch up, because livejournal is a poor substitute for communication.

i love you jess.
<3kelsey.

ps. you have inspired me to post my risd pictures, so im getting on that now!

[savingithaca]

It's alright, I completely understand the whole keeping in touch thing. I've been awful with it, too. We're all so busy and everything, so don't feel bad or anything. I'm glad that you did comment on this, though. It really made my day slightly better. I miss you, and everyone else, so fucking much. I'm glad that you've worked everything out with your friends, and that you had a party even if it was a month late. You should give me your address, so I can send you stuff.

God, I miss everything about all of us. I had the time of my life with you guys, and I miss every little thing about you all. I made a "tunes that remind me of RISD" cd. It mainly consists of music that I got from you, and every time I listen to it it makes me both happy, and so so sad. Hahaha, I told a bunch of people about when we attacked Marty with the cardboard cleaver. They were all like, "Wow, Jess. It sounds like you were a huge bitch to this Marty girl... Sweeping your hair under her bed, throwing her clock out the window, attacking her with cardboard, and stuff." I couldn't make them understand how funny it was. I couldn't make them understand how it was okay, and how she completely deserved it. DON'T YOU HAVE YOUR KEY. In a weird way, I even miss her.

You know, I haven't unpacked everything yet, either. I still have all of the stuff that was hanging on my walls packed up. I even have the pirate sign in there somewhere. I took it and told myself that the second I got home I was going to hang it up... but it just makes me so sad.

When Tara came to visit a while ago we went down to RISD and drove by the dorms and Thayer. We drove by our plooping spot, and it made me so happy. That was seriously so hysterical. Hah, especially when that guy caught us. And when we were on Thayer, I swear to god we saw Kelly. It made both of us sad. Did you ever make her into a button?

Okay. This entry is long enough, so I'm going to stop it here. But thank you so much for writing that. You can call me/email me/im me anytime you want, if you just want to talk. And if a while goes by and we haven't kept in touch, that's okay. I understand. Whenever's convenient.

I love you so so so much.

Oh, and you have no idea how weird it is to go into Hannah's room and see your giant spine.