September 2010
“you’ve turned into that person we always said we were gonna be in college....”
Love is like a mirror. You can fix it when it's...
365thoughts:
— Lady Gaga
Dear Dean
Your heroine, your heroin.
It’s in my blood, it’s in my veins. You don’t even know it, but it’s there.
I saw you on the corner of 5th today. You were standing there like
You do one foot against the wall, the other one slid out. Your hair had those golden
Gleams and I was staring.
It would’ve been awkward.
How did it feel Dean? How did it feel as your blood coursed along its path to...
college is full of firsts.
and this is one first i will hopefully never forget. it was so unlike me, and so different but it felt pretty great. i’m letting go of my inhibitions and doing the impulsive thing. and he was really sweet about it. not to mention the starwars thing. ah, i’m excited. just don’t want it to be awkward.
i love ittttt.
not calling home?
bad idea. people panic.
i need to go and party in brooklyn.
parties here are weak. weakkkk. and i’m not catherine cruz. i don’t drink every day all day. but i want to go out and have a good time. not get blackout drunk, but get a buzz going, dance with my friends and have a good time. but there’s so much shit i have to do. emerging leaders thing to mohawk moutain next weekend. trying to get out of it, but it’s mandatory.
all i know...
“‘tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.”
– william shakespeare.
back in the paltz.
and yes, mike. people do call it that.
things are complicated. it’s like part of me is super confused and part of me is super certain. i know i want to be here right now. but i know brooklyn is home. it’s where i’m going to end up. i even know which apartment, which building, etc. i have my whole life mapped out, after these 4 years. but it’s these 4 years that are...
you know what really upsets me?
i’ve stopped doing what i love. whether it be from lack of sleep, lack of inspiration, or just diane leaving. she was my inspiration. i think i’m going to find it again. i need to get something down on paper. it scares me when i look in the mirror and its like this is the girl? this is the same girl who used to have this passion and disregard? who used to spend nights on her tar roof,...
it feels like an overdose.
i thought coming home was a good thing. and in more ways than you can imagine, it was. but it made me realize people’s true nature. i love my family more than words. and they would never treat me the way i’m being treated. it feels like an overdose. way to let things get too far, before you pull right the fuck out. i need a dose of letsforgetreality.
while i’m sad that i’m...
my small new paltz family.
i miss you guys. :] i love it at home, but i also miss the long nights we spent staying up and doing nothing, the nights of wastitude, the long conversations. the pear-head, the queef, the sassghan, the meek, and the weinerhands, although begrudingly so.
haha, waxing poetic about the paltz. <3
de ja vu.
being back in brooklyn feels just like the summer between high school and college. i’m doing nothing with my life. but it’s worth it. the food, the showers, the love.
home is definitely where the heart is.
i love being the only one who understands what...
going home on monday.
i just hope everything isn’t the way i left it.
things i hate about college.
disgusting bathrooms. i am by no means, a germaphobe. actually, i am. which makes it ten times worse, that the bathrooms. ARE GROSS. we just had a hall meeting and shit went down. i hate dirty people and on top of that, DIRTY GIRLS. we are girls. we need to keep the bathroom clean, because we are the clean species. HELLO.
having that awkward group of people/person that you see EVERYWHERE. why,...
