What Color Was Her Hair Really?
I often wonder if reality is slipping beside me, lips pressed together for no sound to be made, and formulating plans on how it will distort me next. I'm actually enjoying the college life because of this fact and this fact alone:
No one cares about anything.
I love that. There is no competition between who looks the best and gossip over the quality of one's shirt or pants or purse or shoes is completely absent. Pretty much everyone is open to drinking and drugs and whatever the fuck else you're into. And the ones who aren't are only freshman like me who, unlike me, think everyone should change for them. "Eww...you smoke, that's bad. You drink, that's bad." I just shake my head and walk away.
For two hours I was in the computer lab working on homework that I'd gotten behind on. Aren't I just a good student?
It has started getting cold in Abilene. Not the muggy, sticky, kind of chilly weather that good ole' San Antonio receives, but actual cool and nippy weather. Thank God I'm going there this weekend because I left my jackets at my Mom's house.
Oh....(*drool*) my Mommy is cooking for me tomorrow night. That is one thing I've been missing since my adventure out into the disappearing reality: my mother's cooking. There's no doubt I could cook like her but that kind of takes money. And that's pretty tight lately.
I'm getting sick.
I will talk to you later.
No one cares about anything.
I love that. There is no competition between who looks the best and gossip over the quality of one's shirt or pants or purse or shoes is completely absent. Pretty much everyone is open to drinking and drugs and whatever the fuck else you're into. And the ones who aren't are only freshman like me who, unlike me, think everyone should change for them. "Eww...you smoke, that's bad. You drink, that's bad." I just shake my head and walk away.
For two hours I was in the computer lab working on homework that I'd gotten behind on. Aren't I just a good student?
It has started getting cold in Abilene. Not the muggy, sticky, kind of chilly weather that good ole' San Antonio receives, but actual cool and nippy weather. Thank God I'm going there this weekend because I left my jackets at my Mom's house.
Oh....(*drool*) my Mommy is cooking for me tomorrow night. That is one thing I've been missing since my adventure out into the disappearing reality: my mother's cooking. There's no doubt I could cook like her but that kind of takes money. And that's pretty tight lately.
I'm getting sick.
I will talk to you later.