Orientation week is always a whirlwind of activity. I didn't party as much as last year, mostly because I was working at DP for 3 shifts. For every other moment I was either assisting at orienatation (this sporadic week-long series of jobs that pays $100, free food, and the glory of moving in early) or being ridiculous with Alohra, who came back for the occasion. If only you knew the thousands of amazing and horrible things we did. Oh, wouldn't you like to know. haha. 
Because of my busy rockstar life, I was utterly unprepared for the first day of school. Generally the first day of school fills me with the kind of exitement only it can bring (unless you're just taken some aderrol). But this morning I slept through my first class of Sophmore year because there was a man riding one of those huge lawn movers in circles outside my window and I couldn't hear my alarm. It rained for the first time since this one freak rainstorn in june. The sky was dark and the rain poured into the windows of the art building while I was sitting in sculpture class. It felt like I was right back in the center of College life again. Only it feels different, because on the first day of school I knew everyone, because my classes are charming, and because i feel this lovely sense of security and well being that comes with being within the life that you want.
All the same, this first day of school caused a great deal of nostalgia for me and made me sad for Home and the people there. I deeply missed my former boy when my - I dont know what to call him, co-signator? classmate? friend? - and I were in the print shop playing one of the mysterious mix tapes we have lying around (this one was called "print shop hits"). It was all fountains of wayne and the killers and that sort of thing and it made me think of driving in the car with former boy over winter break with the stoplights coloring the beads of water on the glass. i meet a lot of fun people and obviously i love to flirt and party but no matter how many cute boys and cute girls there are around I'll still feel unnattached to anyone because I still have this fantasy about being attached to him.
Well, it is time to go to sleep in my green room, for this little Absinthe glass is empty ...
(pictures coming soon when my life is less busy)
Because of my busy rockstar life, I was utterly unprepared for the first day of school. Generally the first day of school fills me with the kind of exitement only it can bring (unless you're just taken some aderrol). But this morning I slept through my first class of Sophmore year because there was a man riding one of those huge lawn movers in circles outside my window and I couldn't hear my alarm. It rained for the first time since this one freak rainstorn in june. The sky was dark and the rain poured into the windows of the art building while I was sitting in sculpture class. It felt like I was right back in the center of College life again. Only it feels different, because on the first day of school I knew everyone, because my classes are charming, and because i feel this lovely sense of security and well being that comes with being within the life that you want.
All the same, this first day of school caused a great deal of nostalgia for me and made me sad for Home and the people there. I deeply missed my former boy when my - I dont know what to call him, co-signator? classmate? friend? - and I were in the print shop playing one of the mysterious mix tapes we have lying around (this one was called "print shop hits"). It was all fountains of wayne and the killers and that sort of thing and it made me think of driving in the car with former boy over winter break with the stoplights coloring the beads of water on the glass. i meet a lot of fun people and obviously i love to flirt and party but no matter how many cute boys and cute girls there are around I'll still feel unnattached to anyone because I still have this fantasy about being attached to him.
Well, it is time to go to sleep in my green room, for this little Absinthe glass is empty ...
(pictures coming soon when my life is less busy)
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... wow.... i wish i knew how to advise you but yeah.
best of luck and wishes