when a curious girl realizes she is under glass.
tomorrow is my last day of classes. which is weird, i feel like i just got here. ha i remember being miserable the first day. i DID NOT want to be here. but somewhere along the line iona grew on me. the 2nd floor grew on me...and my roomates grew to be a part of me.
things i wont miss
*MADDEN
*the door and elevator of death
*almost getting killed daily trying to walk to class
*sirens of cops and fire trucks at 4 am
*smelling cannones first thing in the morning
*gary and rashaun coming up with brillant ideas like trying to flood leahs room from outside our door, and inevitably flooding my room.
*yelling out the windows at odd hours
things i will miss
*see all of the above [minus madden]
*having a bedroom
*the entire 2nd floor
*being able to walk to wherever i need to go.
the thought of not going to camp this summer is so...weird. the past 4 years thats what i do in summer, i cant even remember what i did in summer before camp. i knew i would do this, i knew i would regret choosing to stay home. then i think about the commissary and i feel like puking. scoutmasters, food allergies....BBQs. ugh. but that place and those people...wah im torn.
I write you visions of my summer.
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
and that unspoken feeling
of knowing that right now is all that matters.
All the nights we stayed up talking
and quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my face.
things i wont miss
*MADDEN
*the door and elevator of death
*almost getting killed daily trying to walk to class
*sirens of cops and fire trucks at 4 am
*smelling cannones first thing in the morning
*gary and rashaun coming up with brillant ideas like trying to flood leahs room from outside our door, and inevitably flooding my room.
*yelling out the windows at odd hours
things i will miss
*see all of the above [minus madden]
*having a bedroom
*the entire 2nd floor
*being able to walk to wherever i need to go.
the thought of not going to camp this summer is so...weird. the past 4 years thats what i do in summer, i cant even remember what i did in summer before camp. i knew i would do this, i knew i would regret choosing to stay home. then i think about the commissary and i feel like puking. scoutmasters, food allergies....BBQs. ugh. but that place and those people...wah im torn.
I write you visions of my summer.
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
and that unspoken feeling
of knowing that right now is all that matters.
All the nights we stayed up talking
and quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my face.