I expected to be certain of what I want to study by the end of my freshman year. But that is entirely wrong. As of right now I am a Government & Politics major. I intend to stick with the major because I've made good progress in fulfilling my major requirements and I feel that government is a fairly secure route to take. I fully expect to pick up a ( Read more... )

i could chronicle my misbehavior and crazy crazy antics at school. but. i dont have time for that. lets just say school's fun. grades are great. boys are sort of confusing. but theyre fun. friends are great. but i sometimes i miss people. all in all im really finally enjoying it here.

so close to getting my tattoo

i am so very excited.
i havent decided whether i want to lie (of omission of course) to my parents..

well, my first semester has come and gone ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday to meeee! haha

I am so fucking sick of it right now. omg.
Annoyed beyond belief.

I've been told on two occassions in the past 18 hours that I've begun gaining the freshman 15. This is scaring me a bit. I've never seriously worried about my weight and the fact that I now have a legitimate reason to do so bothers me. Whats worse is that I can see the gym when I look out of my window and I have been only once in the 2-3 weeks that ( Read more... )

Saran and Chris left this morning. I love those two immensely. Saran has been amazing to me and I can only hope that we continue to share good times. From the 8th grade we declared that we were "soul sisters" and even if i barely talk to her again, the strength of the relationship through the minor cataclysms will remain significant to me. And ( Read more... )

I leave in a little more than a week. I am very excited for all that is to come. My roommate seems..interesting. I eagerly await our interactions. I've been downloading/buying a lot of music as well as reading a healthy amount and all of it makes me really happy. This past summer I have been in the process of reconsidering a lot of things about ( Read more... )

"People seldom see themselves changing. It is like going out in the morning, or in the springtime to pick flowers. You pick and you wander till suddenly you find that the light is gone and the flowers are withered in your hand. Then, you say that you must turn back home. But you have wandered into a place and the gates are closed. There is no more ( Read more... )