so, nod your head if the plans have changed
sometimes we just have to let some things go
things cant be perfect
all the time
that i know
sometimes we just have to let some things go
letting go is my life
ill be on my way
fucking, christ. one year later. exactly.
i hate this summer so far, really. australia was cool i guess, but not the part where i was touring it with stupid ignorant american kids. being home just isn't what i expected. my dad is in a continual shitty mood. probably becuase he works his life away to aford my college education. my mother, who knows. she cares an eternity about me and her family, too much it seems at times. she is happy i think.
the majority of my friends are either busy, in athens or atlanta. i can drive, but then again it's 3 dollars for a gallon of gas and im poor.
all i can do is sit around and read the fucking news of the world that is going to hell.
i want to go back to school and be happy and start over, again. i am so, so sick of this shit.
i do have a sweet intership, though. creative loafing. i couldnt think of a better company in atanta to be learning from. "shelter from the mainstorm". shelter, indeed. unpaid..of course. free bagels on friday, though. is it bad that that is the highlight of my week.
i think i might offically drop poil sci when i get back. why the fuck am i keeping it. i hate it. i like to learn about the world and how people realte to each other, but not under the contraints of professor rentelns paradigm. i was just keeping it around becuase "im almost done" and "a double-major" is cool. but when people ask me what my major is and i say "print journalism and political science" i really throw up a little bit in my mouth and want to cry. so, goodbye poli sci.
fuck this growing up bullshit. now that a big part of the summer holdback is gone, im just letting go dude. im not worrying about anything for the month and half i have left. im going to take dogs to the park, see movies on 5th street, go out with girls, drnk with my dad (now that we have passed that awkward "erica do you drink" state...about time?), ride horses with my cousin, visit my grama more, play violin, roll, go on the lake, jump from settles, make pirate punch with matt, not spend any money on credit cards, except when i get my hair did, hopefully make it to lollapalooza, make more lists like these that i will post in clear vision so as to remind myself hourly that i am an active tewnty year old that has things to do.
things cant be perfect
all the time
that i know
sometimes we just have to let some things go
letting go is my life
ill be on my way
fucking, christ. one year later. exactly.
i hate this summer so far, really. australia was cool i guess, but not the part where i was touring it with stupid ignorant american kids. being home just isn't what i expected. my dad is in a continual shitty mood. probably becuase he works his life away to aford my college education. my mother, who knows. she cares an eternity about me and her family, too much it seems at times. she is happy i think.
the majority of my friends are either busy, in athens or atlanta. i can drive, but then again it's 3 dollars for a gallon of gas and im poor.
all i can do is sit around and read the fucking news of the world that is going to hell.
i want to go back to school and be happy and start over, again. i am so, so sick of this shit.
i do have a sweet intership, though. creative loafing. i couldnt think of a better company in atanta to be learning from. "shelter from the mainstorm". shelter, indeed. unpaid..of course. free bagels on friday, though. is it bad that that is the highlight of my week.
i think i might offically drop poil sci when i get back. why the fuck am i keeping it. i hate it. i like to learn about the world and how people realte to each other, but not under the contraints of professor rentelns paradigm. i was just keeping it around becuase "im almost done" and "a double-major" is cool. but when people ask me what my major is and i say "print journalism and political science" i really throw up a little bit in my mouth and want to cry. so, goodbye poli sci.
fuck this growing up bullshit. now that a big part of the summer holdback is gone, im just letting go dude. im not worrying about anything for the month and half i have left. im going to take dogs to the park, see movies on 5th street, go out with girls, drnk with my dad (now that we have passed that awkward "erica do you drink" state...about time?), ride horses with my cousin, visit my grama more, play violin, roll, go on the lake, jump from settles, make pirate punch with matt, not spend any money on credit cards, except when i get my hair did, hopefully make it to lollapalooza, make more lists like these that i will post in clear vision so as to remind myself hourly that i am an active tewnty year old that has things to do.