Crocs Make Me Puke
March at Baldwin was a good month. It was colorful, I was happy, things went so smoothly. I can't believe how long it's been- the scar on my foot from the science building door just might never fade, and I'll never forget the feeling of actualization I felt the first spring morning.
I guess I'm happy now, too, but I don't feel like I fill myself up right now. I don't have the friends, I don't have the routine, I'm just kind of in stasis. I look forward to breaking out.
I can't stop listening to Tegan and Sara.
My roomate gets crazier by the day. Who would have thought that was even possible? She's so involved in my life and what I am doing, like a nosey mother. But I'm not used to that crap because my parents actually respect my privacy and personal decisions.