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i feel like i'm being forced to write this. um college is...eye opening. i really like the college life but boy am i in a bad mood right now. i realized that by the time i got to 12th grade in high school, i had selected the best of the best people in my town to be friends with and had a pretty well defined definition of who i liked. now, i have friends but most of them are the type of people ill be friends with now as long as someone better comes along. the reason i say this is becuase of what i realized this weekend. girls are hard to be friends with. they are irrational, manipulative. myself included. we dont talk or care about the same things. i appreciate the company of boys so much for. but dont get me started there either. everyone feels like they are so hard to talk to. maybe its because the friends i have i already connect with so well that i forget what its like to not know someone and for them to not know me like the back of a hand. no joke, a bunch of guys i thought were ok just went to a toga party. i make fun of toga parties. every guy here is a drunk jock, an engineering creepy jerk, a smooth talking boy that wants to get in my pants. i havent met a single person like me. i get weird vibes from every guy here, or they are too inaccesible.
but on a much less depressing note,
i LOVE boston. i still hang my new hampshire calendar proudly on the door, but if there is something in boston, it is 10x better than whatever it is in rochester. on nights like these, yankees v redsox, police giving randomized breathalizer tests on hemenway street, i try to look past it and appreciate evreything else about new england city life. if one spends a few hours or days in a city, his opinion is obviously much different. and its not like ive been taking full advantage of it, but at least i have no restraints. my favorite places are well worn streets with trees on the sidewalks, bricks being ripped up by their roots, and brick apartments. these streets are pretty all the time. the wind in boston is amazing. i always pick those days to wear a skirt that ends up blowing up over my head.
and i really like the acedemic life here. college schedules give me time. college classes teach me about things im interested in.
i recently saw harrison friedman walking down the street. even though i moved to the biggest metropolis in new england, i havent found better people than from my hometown. i hung out with him the other day. he is a good example of someone i like who is so rare. so potent and undiluted with his own personality.
keiga is my homegirl. shes my roommate and i love her. even though she definetley isnt the type of girl id normally be friends with in any respect, i still have a blast and we're already really close. shes a girl i dont mind being friends with to talk about girly things. becuase when i do that with other girls, i feel like im only feigning an interest.
college is the most radically different for me at night. alcohol is everywhere. i learned this when i first drank in high school: i dont like to "get drunk." i like social drinking and i dont believe in using it as an excuse to act crazy. when i drink im in control and i dont let in sway any decisions, it loosens things up but i still dont envy people who have to be carried to bed at night.
im going to visit robbie at harvard tomorrow, the first time ive seen him since we parted for college. sad sad. i cant wait to see cambridge. i heard theres good places to shop and harrison is moving near there.
my favorite part of the day is when colin calls really late at night and we both have a million more hours of homework left but we still talk in the closet for 40 minutes.
ok this is so typically college but, im being summoned. byeeeeeeee
but on a much less depressing note,
i LOVE boston. i still hang my new hampshire calendar proudly on the door, but if there is something in boston, it is 10x better than whatever it is in rochester. on nights like these, yankees v redsox, police giving randomized breathalizer tests on hemenway street, i try to look past it and appreciate evreything else about new england city life. if one spends a few hours or days in a city, his opinion is obviously much different. and its not like ive been taking full advantage of it, but at least i have no restraints. my favorite places are well worn streets with trees on the sidewalks, bricks being ripped up by their roots, and brick apartments. these streets are pretty all the time. the wind in boston is amazing. i always pick those days to wear a skirt that ends up blowing up over my head.
and i really like the acedemic life here. college schedules give me time. college classes teach me about things im interested in.
i recently saw harrison friedman walking down the street. even though i moved to the biggest metropolis in new england, i havent found better people than from my hometown. i hung out with him the other day. he is a good example of someone i like who is so rare. so potent and undiluted with his own personality.
keiga is my homegirl. shes my roommate and i love her. even though she definetley isnt the type of girl id normally be friends with in any respect, i still have a blast and we're already really close. shes a girl i dont mind being friends with to talk about girly things. becuase when i do that with other girls, i feel like im only feigning an interest.
college is the most radically different for me at night. alcohol is everywhere. i learned this when i first drank in high school: i dont like to "get drunk." i like social drinking and i dont believe in using it as an excuse to act crazy. when i drink im in control and i dont let in sway any decisions, it loosens things up but i still dont envy people who have to be carried to bed at night.
im going to visit robbie at harvard tomorrow, the first time ive seen him since we parted for college. sad sad. i cant wait to see cambridge. i heard theres good places to shop and harrison is moving near there.
my favorite part of the day is when colin calls really late at night and we both have a million more hours of homework left but we still talk in the closet for 40 minutes.
ok this is so typically college but, im being summoned. byeeeeeeee