before i depart to syracuse [pictures]

i had this long, intense dream last night. it must've lasted 3 hours at least. i woke up crying. and i'm thinking of turning my dream into a book.

i packed today. studied. tired to sell back 7 books but they only took 3. 120 dolla for meee. the girl next to me got her $2.50 and gave me a dirty look and i just thought "your major sucks" haha.

i need to stop giving speechs when im black out drunk
especially speeches about my speech impediment
cause its always weird the next day when one of the guys go,
"oh look legg-in-s!" and i go "huh. thats how i say it"
and he goes, "yes. you told us how you say all your words wrong and gave some examples. and apparently nick likes the way you say leggings" and i told nick and he goes "i don't like it, i love it"

it sucks blacking out and not remembering watching taylor on snl.
or the second half of bruno, even though i've already seen it.
the goods was hilarioussss.

i miss monika a lot today. she left yesterday.
meg and i aren't as close. like monika would never let me eat alone in the DH or sell my books alone.

vanessa finally moved out at about midnight last night. of course she made her friends do all the work and she didn't carry ONE thing to her new room. it took them 7 trips. hahaha. i bet they already regret "taking her in".

it was weird being able to blast my ipod while i slept, not having to think "what was that sound!? is my roomie back!? i better turn down this billy idol before she spreads rumor that i solely listen to 80's jams". not like i'd care, but... ya know. it goes through all of our heads.

at least i'd hope to think it does.

another thing that sucks is when you wake up hungover when you planned on studying all day. so hungover you can't brush your teeth. so hungover that everyone says you reek of alcohol after a shower. so hungover that when your mom calls and talks about christmas cookies you have to make a puke bucket and put her on mute. so hungover that when your mom reminds you the day before that sunday is dad's birthday and when she goes, "would you like to talk to your father?" you go, "uhm WHY?!" like a dumb bitch.

but this is college isn't it?

phone conversations with joey aren't what they used to be.
he tries to get a rise out of me all the time now. i really don't care if you've almost fucked two girls before but "you're too big" HAH
doubt it. but i don't need to know the fat girl on top details.

for those who don't remember joey, he was the one three years younger that was "in love" with me my senior year. wrote me poems and i kissed him twice. but that was it.

i don't let him know i'm annoyed.  i need to surround myself with people my own age. i think i've grown up too much in the past year. i can't relate to high school anymore.

i'm gonna go make an outline of my dream before i forget what the fuck it was about. i bet i'll never write it, and if i do, it'll get lost or deleted.

my luck.

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