DO YOUR EMERSON ESSAYZZ.
Manohmanohmann.
Art School Confidential was okay. I guess it wasn't what I was expecting.. I should've figured that it would be somewhat of a mystery, having the word "confidential" in the title. I was expecting more a comedy. At least Max Minghella is adorable.
I ventured to New Orleans yesterday. Played with Julie, Melody, Peter, Katie, DannyYoo, and Kristen. Bought cheap shit. Had fun. It's so weird, but kind of liberating [which is too intense of a word] to hang out with school friends when you're not at school. Thank GOD none of us had to speedbump. FUCK THE BUMP. I had to leave early. I wonder if Blood Diamond was good..
I'm pretty excited about Christmas. So many presents, and no idea what they are!! YIKES! Also, I'm looking forward to the food.
Long carrides with my iPod are so.. epic, it seems. I have so much time to think and to put myself into a mood through the palm of my hand. Like, I really like skylines. They're so beautiful. They seem so infinite, yet set. Everytime I leave Houston, I just have to turn back and stare until I can't see the buildings anymore. Or like college.. I'm so fucking nervous. I need to finish.. well start, my essays for Emerson. WHY ARE THERE SO MANNY, MAYYYNNNN?
JAKE: IS THE WEATHER CRAZILY SHOCKING IN BOSTON TO A KID FROM LOUISIANA? I'M A LITTLE BITCH WHEN IT COMES TO THE COLD AIR!
Also, it's so weird to see how my friendships have evolved. I feel so independent from the people here, sometimes. Maybe I'm just being a shitty friend? It's weird not talking to people who I had constant contact with when I was here 24/7. I sort of feel guilty for going to New Orleans yesterday, and only hanging out with New Iberia kids once so far. BUT, they had school this week. ouchh.
Whatever. And it's like.. I already got into LSU, which is somewhat relieving, but I mean seriously.. why would I not get accepted? And saying that makes me feel like I've become so cocky, which I guess I have.
Who else can throw up, and then two minutes later stroll into my dormroom telling Julie and Beth that some chick was wearing a skirt over jeans again, and that it was fugly as always. Because it was. And because I'm that way, I guess. People here get shocked when I talk about how I never really liked someone, or thought someone was the stupidest person I'd ever met, or how I always figured they were a slut. Whatever. My thoughts are so scattered. I have so many! It's like.. the future.. AND THE PAST put my brain into overload.
I want to soak everything in, but not seem overly eager. I want to fucking ace next semester so bad that it bleeds until I go to fucking grad school. I want to become a tad more daring and forward, but not skanky. I'm seeing a few things that I want, and I should probably go out and get them. I'm so nervous about everyone around me growing and changing so rapidly. They're not the people I knew so much anymore. I'm not saying that it's for the worse, but like I said, it's makes me nervous. The counseling office should have mailed my transcript to Tulane or I'll fucking hurt someone.
OLE!
Art School Confidential was okay. I guess it wasn't what I was expecting.. I should've figured that it would be somewhat of a mystery, having the word "confidential" in the title. I was expecting more a comedy. At least Max Minghella is adorable.
I ventured to New Orleans yesterday. Played with Julie, Melody, Peter, Katie, DannyYoo, and Kristen. Bought cheap shit. Had fun. It's so weird, but kind of liberating [which is too intense of a word] to hang out with school friends when you're not at school. Thank GOD none of us had to speedbump. FUCK THE BUMP. I had to leave early. I wonder if Blood Diamond was good..
I'm pretty excited about Christmas. So many presents, and no idea what they are!! YIKES! Also, I'm looking forward to the food.
Long carrides with my iPod are so.. epic, it seems. I have so much time to think and to put myself into a mood through the palm of my hand. Like, I really like skylines. They're so beautiful. They seem so infinite, yet set. Everytime I leave Houston, I just have to turn back and stare until I can't see the buildings anymore. Or like college.. I'm so fucking nervous. I need to finish.. well start, my essays for Emerson. WHY ARE THERE SO MANNY, MAYYYNNNN?
JAKE: IS THE WEATHER CRAZILY SHOCKING IN BOSTON TO A KID FROM LOUISIANA? I'M A LITTLE BITCH WHEN IT COMES TO THE COLD AIR!
Also, it's so weird to see how my friendships have evolved. I feel so independent from the people here, sometimes. Maybe I'm just being a shitty friend? It's weird not talking to people who I had constant contact with when I was here 24/7. I sort of feel guilty for going to New Orleans yesterday, and only hanging out with New Iberia kids once so far. BUT, they had school this week. ouchh.
Whatever. And it's like.. I already got into LSU, which is somewhat relieving, but I mean seriously.. why would I not get accepted? And saying that makes me feel like I've become so cocky, which I guess I have.
Who else can throw up, and then two minutes later stroll into my dormroom telling Julie and Beth that some chick was wearing a skirt over jeans again, and that it was fugly as always. Because it was. And because I'm that way, I guess. People here get shocked when I talk about how I never really liked someone, or thought someone was the stupidest person I'd ever met, or how I always figured they were a slut. Whatever. My thoughts are so scattered. I have so many! It's like.. the future.. AND THE PAST put my brain into overload.
I want to soak everything in, but not seem overly eager. I want to fucking ace next semester so bad that it bleeds until I go to fucking grad school. I want to become a tad more daring and forward, but not skanky. I'm seeing a few things that I want, and I should probably go out and get them. I'm so nervous about everyone around me growing and changing so rapidly. They're not the people I knew so much anymore. I'm not saying that it's for the worse, but like I said, it's makes me nervous. The counseling office should have mailed my transcript to Tulane or I'll fucking hurt someone.
OLE!