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Okay, so here it is.
a. I'm sick of drama.
b. I've officially moved in with Liza and both of our shit's strewn all over the floors and it's SO FUCKING NICE not to feel bad about coming home late becuase my roomie's asleep and whatnot because usually liza is coming home with me at 2 a.m.
c. I officially skipped my first class the other day.
d. I'm officially broke and need a job.
I'm going home this weekend. That will be really nice. Though it's not really home (my home is... yes, officially, in a hole in the ground), it feels like home because everyone is there. My family's getting together on Saturday and that will be nice. I miss them. My aunt Sheri took me to Hu Hot last friday (my aunt sheri rocks) and that was lovely. I've never really gone out with her alone. I miss Kate.
Kate! Are you coming to the Stu show?! I can't come see you on Sunday with the rest; I have to sing at an installation for choir. It sucks.:(
I like college. It is okay. In the daytime, I am creatively and intellectually stimulated (though I haven't been doing any work for my college honors class and shit. I have a paper to write by 1:00) and by night I am a.... What should we call ourselves? We are a group of friends that goes downtown to Java Joe's every single night just to see each other. That's just our place. That's who we are. Apparently and according to katie, it is a scene. I didn't know there was a scene. But I guess there is.
This is the scene. www.vaudevillemews.com . This is right next to Java Joe's and if we hear good music and have a few bucks we may go in to see a band.
But I'm piss broke so that's not happening.
I'm going to drink lots of pickle juice, rewrite my resume, and apply at Wells Fargo downtown.
e. I applied at starbucks. *hits self*
a. I'm sick of drama.
b. I've officially moved in with Liza and both of our shit's strewn all over the floors and it's SO FUCKING NICE not to feel bad about coming home late becuase my roomie's asleep and whatnot because usually liza is coming home with me at 2 a.m.
c. I officially skipped my first class the other day.
d. I'm officially broke and need a job.
I'm going home this weekend. That will be really nice. Though it's not really home (my home is... yes, officially, in a hole in the ground), it feels like home because everyone is there. My family's getting together on Saturday and that will be nice. I miss them. My aunt Sheri took me to Hu Hot last friday (my aunt sheri rocks) and that was lovely. I've never really gone out with her alone. I miss Kate.
Kate! Are you coming to the Stu show?! I can't come see you on Sunday with the rest; I have to sing at an installation for choir. It sucks.:(
I like college. It is okay. In the daytime, I am creatively and intellectually stimulated (though I haven't been doing any work for my college honors class and shit. I have a paper to write by 1:00) and by night I am a.... What should we call ourselves? We are a group of friends that goes downtown to Java Joe's every single night just to see each other. That's just our place. That's who we are. Apparently and according to katie, it is a scene. I didn't know there was a scene. But I guess there is.
This is the scene. www.vaudevillemews.com . This is right next to Java Joe's and if we hear good music and have a few bucks we may go in to see a band.
But I'm piss broke so that's not happening.
I'm going to drink lots of pickle juice, rewrite my resume, and apply at Wells Fargo downtown.
e. I applied at starbucks. *hits self*