I did go to New York. Sorry it's been a long time. But it's going to be a couple days more before I'm back in as a regular. (Sadly, most of my good avis and banners don't work with this site. :( Oh well.) New York was awesome. Whenever y'all get a chance you need to see Wicked on stage. AMAZING!!!! Skip Legally Blonde, it wasn't as cute as the movie. Mary Poppins is worth it. Deonne Warwick was sitting a couple of seats away from us at the performance of Wicked my mom and I went to. I move up to school tomorrow and then it's go go go from there. I'm a massive blend of emotions, most of them bad, when it comes to this move. The cars are packed up and now all that remains are the last minute details.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
glad you had a good time in New York Paints! it will be great to have you in here more often! we have missed you! best of luck with the move back to school! talk to you soon and hope everything goes well
Paints! I'm glad to see you got to go to NY. I hope everything goes well with the move and with your time at school. Are you having bad feelings about the school or going back to school in general?
Well, I've lived here in my dorm for five days now and have yet to see any roommates. One roommate has a bunch of stuff here. Food in the fridge, freezer, and pantry, shoes and coats in the hall, kitchen stuff in the kitchen and pantry, stuff in the bathroom and shower, etc. but no sign of any living human being other than myself. I can't take much more of this. I call my mom frequently just so that I can have someone to talk to. (Other than myself.) Too many more days like this and I might just lose my voice. Though church is tomorrow and I'll get to meet some people then but it's kind of creepy being all by your lonesome in a place designed for three people.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
Well, I've lived here in my dorm for five days now and have yet to see any roommates. One roommate has a bunch of stuff here. Food in the fridge, freezer, and pantry, shoes and coats in the hall, kitchen stuff in the kitchen and pantry, stuff in the bathroom and shower, etc. but no sign of any living human being other than myself. I can't take much more of this. I call my mom frequently just so that I can have someone to talk to. (Other than myself.) Too many more days like this and I might just lose my voice. Though church is tomorrow and I'll get to meet some people then but it's kind of creepy being all by your lonesome in a place designed for three people.
Paints I'm sure as always you'll find your way through, and as for the roomies... they'll come around. Your personality will win them ove like it has for other roommates.
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
Well, here I sit in a new apartment, with barren walls, with wet hair, a sore back, and my stomach growling at me. Haven't met any roommates yet, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. My room is very stark feeling. That will change when I get command strips so I can hang my posters.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
I can't decide whether I want to write a thesis. If I do decide to write a thesis I then have the question of whether to do a serious thesis or do the creative option that is available.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
I have got to get this boy out of my head. (I'm talking about the guy that I was friends with for a while and then one night we were over at my apartment watching a movie and when he left my apartment that night I never saw him again.) In the last year or so I have only written four poems, one of which was an assignment. Two of those poems (one was last night) are about this guy. It's kind of annoying, kind of disturbing, and I don't like the idea that I'm dwelling on the past so much.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
paints!! i read the lno last nite and some of the problems you have with feeling that you don't please your mom... i struggled with that for the first 40 years of my life until i realized 2 things...
1- i would never do anything that was good enough for my mother, even if i had won a nobel... 2- this was her way of saying she misses me, she loves me and she wanted to keep me close to her... not the best way to do this, but it was mother's way.
once i accepted this, i was able to go on with my life and live it for me and to meet my needs rather than hers... it made me a stronger, wiser person.