October 2010
this is the most random thing i'v ever done.
getting on a bus at 1am with kyle to go to saratoga springs, so he can see his girlfriend.
i’m broke because i just bought bus tickets, but this is the typical college experience. random road trips.
i love it. i can’t wait to see what the next two days will hold!
“tell me, did you sail across the sun?
did you make it to the milky way to see...”
– Drops of Jupiter - Train
i feel like a mother.
it’s weird. i promised myself when i got to college that i wouldn’t turn into the babysitter. and i haven’t. thankgod. but today i wasn’t drinking, because i’m on antibiotics. and alcohol + antibiotics = death. so that’s a no no. but i went out anyway.
and everything was different sober. maybe it was just the atmosphere, maybe it was just a whole lot of fun...
sometimes you just need a slice of home.
when i first moved into my dorm, i didn’t feel a wink of homesickness. understandable, coming from the sheltered and caged environment that had built up for 18 years. but slowly, i’m feeling homesick. the thing is though, it’s not real homesickness. i went home about a week ago and i hated it. i felt like. been there, done that. who needs this shit? it was crazy but it made me...
in a way i don't want you to go.
because i know when the semester ends, our schedules will be HAYWIRE different. like, crazy different. and that scares me. because we’ve adapted to our schedules now. we all make time for each other. but with the hectics of midterms and all that jazz, i never see you. and i love spending time with you.
last night was one of the most relaxing things on earth. i love that i’m one of the...
“Every writer I know has trouble writing.”
– Joseph Heller (via notwritenow) (via quote-book)
welcome home?
brooklyn. my quirky hometown. the past four days have been great. i love the quotable moments we have.
rape road.
“honey, where your trail at?”
“we’re all going to die and they’ll find nothing but our intestines.”
“baby, come backk.”
among others. i love coming back to brooklyn. but i can’t say i’m not glad to be out of the house....
i'm going to miss this.
staying up till midnight, playing pool in the student union, sitting on rugs that obviously need to be de-dust-bunnied. eating pretzels at 1am, watching the sunrise, coddling the roommate, lunches and dinners that start with 2 people and end with 10. waking up at 9, skipping breakfast, candybars for breakfast, doing what i want, wearing i want, getting dressed for class, contemplating going to...
i am in love with banksy.
for those who don’t know, he’s a british graffiti artist. google image his stuff. he’s amazing. i love the political symbolism. i need to figure out a way to work his stuff into my life.
i think i’ll buy his posters while i’m at home.
or maybe print them out in the mlk center.
I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don't...
365thoughts:
— Sarah Dessen
winters in new paltz.
are going to be brutal. i can already feel it. it’s october 4th, and it’s already 49 degrees. fml. this is going to be so damn hard to adjust to. and they don’t cancel classes, since the majority of the 5,000 kids who go to class are undergrad, residence students. so that means trudging to class in 4 feet of snow, intense hail, slashing rain and a poetic sense of gloomy...
an ode to food.
my new paltz family has grown and i can’t say i’m disappointed. the homesickness is going away, thankyougod, and i’m feeling optimistic about this journey home. mike&adam’s show is on friday night, and being the good friend that i am, i promised i’d be there and send flowers.
i miss food. i miss going in the fridge and having a sandwich. i miss halal food, and...
