you take the veil
okay, so today I just had to write in here because it's one of those days when the inner angst comes out and things kind of make weird cosmic sense. You know these days.
First off, Kate is probably the best roommate at UNC. I really can't describe what she means to me. She is my family. I can't wait till we are old, cause we will most definitely rock.
Do you ever imagine what people will be like when they're old? It IS going to happen. We are going to go our own ways, we will have okay lives. We will eventually settle down. But we can't plan for it cause though we know it will happen, we know not how. That bothers me. Why do 21-year-olds have this feeling of invincibility... why can't we fathom the life after this life phase?
Freshman year I thought about writing a book called "From the other side: Going from innocent/oblivious overachiever to drug whore in 8 short months". Alternate title: wasted potential.
Today was sunny and crisp. I walked along the Bolin Creek trail until the community center. Some kids were selling cookies for a "fundraiser" so I bought some oreos because they are vegan (fingers crossed) and then throughout the quiet shady neighboroods that run beside East Franklin, like Davie Circle and Howell St. They are a funny amalgamation of student ghetto and olde chapel hill retirees, and I feel that this area is more robust to change then the campus area. Like if I had been driven through here when I was little, it wouldn't have been much different. Though I imagine it overrun with bamboo. and wood floors. The men would have beards, shoes with bad midsoles, and coke bottle glasses.
I talked to Suba on the phone as I was getting back to campus, and it was getting too warm and sunny to be wearing my blue sweatshirt. It was one of those days after everything. Like seeing things from the other side. I felt my face pressed into the concrete of Ehringhaus again. Elspeth and I made plans to take a smoking break outside on the balcony stairwell there Wednesday.
I have to start deciding what I'm doing next year. Where will I be living? What will I be doing? I have to wait until after this semester's grades come in to apply for jobs or internships. I may have to go to summer school. I don't want to have to explain everything. I may get a retroactive withdrawal if I can, for before. I don't know. Life goes on. I'll be okay. Yay.
We sat outside in McCorkle place for hours on towels and blankets and it was fun, and Elspeth brought her kitty. Lung Butter was said many times. I think I may be losing my response, because it was freaking funny. Maybe a little heave-inducing, but hilarious. I wore my teal skirt. Kathryn means pure. Kate and I have the same name.
Elspeth and I might go camping over fall break. The colors should be showing in the mountains by now.
When I say I have an overactive adrenal gland, I am in no way reporting the findings of a licensed professional.
Everything will be okay. You'll be alright. The waiting can be agony, but the trip is the destination.
First off, Kate is probably the best roommate at UNC. I really can't describe what she means to me. She is my family. I can't wait till we are old, cause we will most definitely rock.
Do you ever imagine what people will be like when they're old? It IS going to happen. We are going to go our own ways, we will have okay lives. We will eventually settle down. But we can't plan for it cause though we know it will happen, we know not how. That bothers me. Why do 21-year-olds have this feeling of invincibility... why can't we fathom the life after this life phase?
Freshman year I thought about writing a book called "From the other side: Going from innocent/oblivious overachiever to drug whore in 8 short months". Alternate title: wasted potential.
Today was sunny and crisp. I walked along the Bolin Creek trail until the community center. Some kids were selling cookies for a "fundraiser" so I bought some oreos because they are vegan (fingers crossed) and then throughout the quiet shady neighboroods that run beside East Franklin, like Davie Circle and Howell St. They are a funny amalgamation of student ghetto and olde chapel hill retirees, and I feel that this area is more robust to change then the campus area. Like if I had been driven through here when I was little, it wouldn't have been much different. Though I imagine it overrun with bamboo. and wood floors. The men would have beards, shoes with bad midsoles, and coke bottle glasses.
I talked to Suba on the phone as I was getting back to campus, and it was getting too warm and sunny to be wearing my blue sweatshirt. It was one of those days after everything. Like seeing things from the other side. I felt my face pressed into the concrete of Ehringhaus again. Elspeth and I made plans to take a smoking break outside on the balcony stairwell there Wednesday.
I have to start deciding what I'm doing next year. Where will I be living? What will I be doing? I have to wait until after this semester's grades come in to apply for jobs or internships. I may have to go to summer school. I don't want to have to explain everything. I may get a retroactive withdrawal if I can, for before. I don't know. Life goes on. I'll be okay. Yay.
We sat outside in McCorkle place for hours on towels and blankets and it was fun, and Elspeth brought her kitty. Lung Butter was said many times. I think I may be losing my response, because it was freaking funny. Maybe a little heave-inducing, but hilarious. I wore my teal skirt. Kathryn means pure. Kate and I have the same name.
Elspeth and I might go camping over fall break. The colors should be showing in the mountains by now.
When I say I have an overactive adrenal gland, I am in no way reporting the findings of a licensed professional.
Everything will be okay. You'll be alright. The waiting can be agony, but the trip is the destination.