Ends and Beginnings
So Diary-x is dead. Officially and completely. Which is why I'm here. I haven't been to livejournal in a long time and I'm pleased with what I see. For example, this new autosave feature is an amazing idea. I can't tell you how many times I accidentally erased an entry for diary-x. Or the computer crashed in the middle of a great story that I just didn't have the energy to write down again. So that's good.
Coming here, I read all those poems again, some of which I forgot about. Like the one about my heart. This also makes me think of senior year. It seems so long ago, but just a few months ago, I was still in high school. It seems like I've been here for so long and high school is such a different world.
I want to write again. Although not amazing, some of those poems are pretty good and with revision, could be really good. I am always surprised at my own play-on-words and assonance (how I love assonance). I should really start writing again. I just don't have the time. I don't have time for anything! AHHHHHH!
So what else? Not much. I don't know. I've been wanting to write an entry for a while and I was waiting for diary-x to get better, but I guess it's time to give up that last stitch of hope. I don't know if I'll be back here in the near future. Maybe. I can hope. But once again, I really don't have that much time on my hands.
So I'm in college. I guess I never posted that here. Or that I picked my school last spring. Or that I got in anywhere at all. Haha. So I got in everywhere but Harvard and Columbia (Ivy Leagues...oh well) and, after long hours of deliberation and visiting almost all the schools (except Oberlin...so far away) I decided on coming to Boston College and that's where I am right now. Sitting in my dorm (Cheverus 327). My roommates are nice. It's weird at this point to talk about them as if we had just met. It's true that I've only known them since September, but they've become such a main part of my life. You really do get to know people quickly when you live with them. I guess you have to. Especially in this ridiculous excuse for a room (a forced triple). They're Tori and Laura, by the way, although I don't think I have to document that to remember them. And, of course, I'm here with Sheila. It's kind of strange and I've never though of it like this, but we've known each other for a long time and sometimes our new mutual friends will ask me a question about her or something like that. And I know the really obscure things, but not the normal friend things. The thing is, we never really were friends. I mean, we were, but we were more like sisters. I was at her house constantly and we borrowed each others clothes and knew a lot about each other, but I feel as if by default. Now, we're actually really good friends. She is possibly my best one. We are rooming together next year, if all else fails with housing, at least I have Sheila.
And speaking of the Ballintines, Brendan's here as well. Well not here as in BC, but in Boston. Still just half an hour away, which at home seems like a lot, but here it's nothing. It's nice. I feel more complete now, even though he still sometimes has difficulty with my friends. Oh, anti-socialness. We are, however, in an open relationship. One night, a girl made out with him at a party and afterward, although I was completely okay with it, I suggested we try the open relationship again. This time, he simply agreed without the least bit of argument. So there's that...
Okay. I didn't get much sleep last night and I have to babysit tonight, so I think I might go take a nap or at least try to pull myself away from this computer. I'll probably get as far as a puzzle, but we'll see.
Coming here, I read all those poems again, some of which I forgot about. Like the one about my heart. This also makes me think of senior year. It seems so long ago, but just a few months ago, I was still in high school. It seems like I've been here for so long and high school is such a different world.
I want to write again. Although not amazing, some of those poems are pretty good and with revision, could be really good. I am always surprised at my own play-on-words and assonance (how I love assonance). I should really start writing again. I just don't have the time. I don't have time for anything! AHHHHHH!
So what else? Not much. I don't know. I've been wanting to write an entry for a while and I was waiting for diary-x to get better, but I guess it's time to give up that last stitch of hope. I don't know if I'll be back here in the near future. Maybe. I can hope. But once again, I really don't have that much time on my hands.
So I'm in college. I guess I never posted that here. Or that I picked my school last spring. Or that I got in anywhere at all. Haha. So I got in everywhere but Harvard and Columbia (Ivy Leagues...oh well) and, after long hours of deliberation and visiting almost all the schools (except Oberlin...so far away) I decided on coming to Boston College and that's where I am right now. Sitting in my dorm (Cheverus 327). My roommates are nice. It's weird at this point to talk about them as if we had just met. It's true that I've only known them since September, but they've become such a main part of my life. You really do get to know people quickly when you live with them. I guess you have to. Especially in this ridiculous excuse for a room (a forced triple). They're Tori and Laura, by the way, although I don't think I have to document that to remember them. And, of course, I'm here with Sheila. It's kind of strange and I've never though of it like this, but we've known each other for a long time and sometimes our new mutual friends will ask me a question about her or something like that. And I know the really obscure things, but not the normal friend things. The thing is, we never really were friends. I mean, we were, but we were more like sisters. I was at her house constantly and we borrowed each others clothes and knew a lot about each other, but I feel as if by default. Now, we're actually really good friends. She is possibly my best one. We are rooming together next year, if all else fails with housing, at least I have Sheila.
And speaking of the Ballintines, Brendan's here as well. Well not here as in BC, but in Boston. Still just half an hour away, which at home seems like a lot, but here it's nothing. It's nice. I feel more complete now, even though he still sometimes has difficulty with my friends. Oh, anti-socialness. We are, however, in an open relationship. One night, a girl made out with him at a party and afterward, although I was completely okay with it, I suggested we try the open relationship again. This time, he simply agreed without the least bit of argument. So there's that...
Okay. I didn't get much sleep last night and I have to babysit tonight, so I think I might go take a nap or at least try to pull myself away from this computer. I'll probably get as far as a puzzle, but we'll see.