and there's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last
first of all, i love it here. i love the campus and i love the atmosphere and i love that, for the most part, everyone is cool with everyone. i love the hippie kid on the seventh floor who tried to go a week without smoking pot and was unsuccessful. i love the girls on my hall who look at wedding magazines with me. i love football games, even when we lose. i like my professors, i'm content with my work load, i'm finally excited about next semester because i finally changed my major, and i'm so sick of my one journalism class already that it's ridiculous. i love my crazy sophmore friend who drinks way too often and always asks me to live with her next year. i love the guys on my hall that watch the oc and share their brownies from home and i love that everyone has accepted me even though a whole lot of them have known each other since middle school. i love the girls that i'm actually living with next year and the fact that they eat peanut butter on a spoon, just like me. i like that i've known these people for two months and i already feel like i can talk to some of them about anything.
but.
i want to go home. i want to go home and sleep in my own bed and shop at my malls and eat at chalupatec (yes, that's spelled correctly. those of you who say chapultapec are wrong, just ask meera) and go bowling and to taco bell and visit the bruster's crew and watch movies on my big comfy black couch in my brightly colored playroom and play with my kitty and take naps on the couch downstairs and walk to dogwood to swing and go to the school to see the band and swim at sloane's house until 3am playing sober truth or dare and laughing hysterically. it hadn't really hit me until about 4 hours ago just how badly i'd like to do all of those things, but i guess not being able to go home until christmas will just make it all the better when those moments arrive.
i walked around all afternoon saying "fuck tennessee" whenever i saw someone wearing orange. that makes me laugh. ah, tailgating.
but.
i want to go home. i want to go home and sleep in my own bed and shop at my malls and eat at chalupatec (yes, that's spelled correctly. those of you who say chapultapec are wrong, just ask meera) and go bowling and to taco bell and visit the bruster's crew and watch movies on my big comfy black couch in my brightly colored playroom and play with my kitty and take naps on the couch downstairs and walk to dogwood to swing and go to the school to see the band and swim at sloane's house until 3am playing sober truth or dare and laughing hysterically. it hadn't really hit me until about 4 hours ago just how badly i'd like to do all of those things, but i guess not being able to go home until christmas will just make it all the better when those moments arrive.
i walked around all afternoon saying "fuck tennessee" whenever i saw someone wearing orange. that makes me laugh. ah, tailgating.