It is time.
To resurrect my poor bloggie.
I'm sitting at a computer, it's not balancing on my lap as I sit on (very scratched up) bamboo floors. I'm reading Augusten Burroughs, but I'm not sweating and squinting cuz I'm on The Scape. I'm in Nashville, not Covington.
And that is what sucks.
I know I should be pretty happy cuz life is going relatively well, all things considered. Really good classes. Nice new roommate. Going back to The C.O.V. this weekend.
But I'm not. All I can think is that the best time of my life is behind me. And I don't ever get to go back. Not really.
No more Haus Parties.
No more fire escape shenanigans.
No more running home when the bathroom line is too long at the bar.
No more answering the question "Where do you live?" with a point to the best spot on the street.
No more front windows.
No more Bretty as a roommate.
It's really awful. And nobody really understands. Except Angela and The Ponz. Well, at least I have them.
I'm sitting at a computer, it's not balancing on my lap as I sit on (very scratched up) bamboo floors. I'm reading Augusten Burroughs, but I'm not sweating and squinting cuz I'm on The Scape. I'm in Nashville, not Covington.
And that is what sucks.
I know I should be pretty happy cuz life is going relatively well, all things considered. Really good classes. Nice new roommate. Going back to The C.O.V. this weekend.
But I'm not. All I can think is that the best time of my life is behind me. And I don't ever get to go back. Not really.
No more Haus Parties.
No more fire escape shenanigans.
No more running home when the bathroom line is too long at the bar.
No more answering the question "Where do you live?" with a point to the best spot on the street.
No more front windows.
No more Bretty as a roommate.
It's really awful. And nobody really understands. Except Angela and The Ponz. Well, at least I have them.
Commiseration. =(
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Angela |
4:49 AM
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