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sooooo.
i want to write in here
but i don't have anything i want to say.
everything's way too... not livejournal style.
too serious.
it's raining really hard outside.
it thundered.
that's only the second time i've heard thunder here in a year.
hopefully none of my appointments will show up.
rachel (my supervisor) gave me my crew evaluation yesterday.
i got an a+.
she said i am the best tutor in the center
and that people request me and refuse to go to anyone else.
i have to keep being positive about the whole going home deal.
wwc is my home now, so going to wpb will be creepy.
i wish i could just have an apartment up here and stay where the majority of all my friends are. and not be away from the campus.
lauren's coming to visit on our birthday.
from the 5th to the 12th.
yay for that.
she's never been to florida,
so im prepared to knock her socks off with it's insanity.
she comes from a very small, wealthy, colonial town outside of philly.
she's never been to a beach like ours or anything.
im actually really really excited she's coming because hanging with lauren outside of wwc is the best.
in the way that this place makes me feel like i own the campus, it makes her feel restricted.
plus she'll be turning 21, so i'm thinking a big ass bottle of really expensive chardonnay and a couple of fat blunts will do the trick.
i was thinking to myself the other day that these next 8 months that i will be spending at home will be my last.
i'll never want to live at home after this so,
it has to be done right.
when i lived at home last fall
i had a really good time working at ruby tuesdays, going to crazy fingers, pbcc, smoking in the woods, etc.
but i didn't go all out.
wpb is going to have to be the fucking shit.
i'm going to try to get a really high paying job,
i've signed up for a ceramics class at pbcc,
and i plan on going on A LOT of vacations, whether it's just going camping for a weekend, or something else.
not to mention day to day things that will be amped.
i love that my brother is the shit.
and that he lives in the suburban now.
i love that he smokes more pot than i do,
he's my backporch constant.
anyway. i'm just being crazy sentimental.
peace.
i want to write in here
but i don't have anything i want to say.
everything's way too... not livejournal style.
too serious.
it's raining really hard outside.
it thundered.
that's only the second time i've heard thunder here in a year.
hopefully none of my appointments will show up.
rachel (my supervisor) gave me my crew evaluation yesterday.
i got an a+.
she said i am the best tutor in the center
and that people request me and refuse to go to anyone else.
i have to keep being positive about the whole going home deal.
wwc is my home now, so going to wpb will be creepy.
i wish i could just have an apartment up here and stay where the majority of all my friends are. and not be away from the campus.
lauren's coming to visit on our birthday.
from the 5th to the 12th.
yay for that.
she's never been to florida,
so im prepared to knock her socks off with it's insanity.
she comes from a very small, wealthy, colonial town outside of philly.
she's never been to a beach like ours or anything.
im actually really really excited she's coming because hanging with lauren outside of wwc is the best.
in the way that this place makes me feel like i own the campus, it makes her feel restricted.
plus she'll be turning 21, so i'm thinking a big ass bottle of really expensive chardonnay and a couple of fat blunts will do the trick.
i was thinking to myself the other day that these next 8 months that i will be spending at home will be my last.
i'll never want to live at home after this so,
it has to be done right.
when i lived at home last fall
i had a really good time working at ruby tuesdays, going to crazy fingers, pbcc, smoking in the woods, etc.
but i didn't go all out.
wpb is going to have to be the fucking shit.
i'm going to try to get a really high paying job,
i've signed up for a ceramics class at pbcc,
and i plan on going on A LOT of vacations, whether it's just going camping for a weekend, or something else.
not to mention day to day things that will be amped.
i love that my brother is the shit.
and that he lives in the suburban now.
i love that he smokes more pot than i do,
he's my backporch constant.
anyway. i'm just being crazy sentimental.
peace.