I got a gameboy so I started playing pokemon silver. Really, it’s fun. I promise.
Julia left today, so only Katie and Jess are still here out of the group. They leave Tuesday. Kathleen also leaves tuesday. Elyse has already — sort of — left, but she came back, I think, and will leave again soon.
When do I go back again? Ugh. Jersey.
My mom just asked me why my face looked so fat,
and then she said i got fat here.
ugh.
I’ve been away from school for too long.
Tonight I thought of all the words that sound weird when you say them.
Like Shutter.
Then I thought of all the curse words that sound funny with them.
Like Fuck.
Then I combined them to make one magical semi-sweet-semi-sour word:
Shutterfuck.
I’ve done lots of things for my friends. Quiet things.
I’ve done lots of things like: keep quiet about certain issues; stop being a dick about things; watch what I say about people.
You know. Normal friend stuff.
But enough is e-fucking-nough.
I am tired of this bull.
I am 20 years old now. And I’ve wasted, literally, the best summers of my life on this.
Fuck it.
If you want to be my friend, you better damn well be psychotic, a liar, attractive, funny, or working in (a) bookstores, (b) summerlinks.
oh. or if you’re asian and were my roommate.
Everything you wanted to know about NJ DMV practices. AND MORE.
I’m in the bathroom this morning, and my mom walks by it and says, “Jimmy?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to the bathroom?”
Now, really. What the hell.
I’ve been getting up late, staying up late, and not doing shit in between. I’m so tired of this state and these people.
My brother leaves in 4 days.
It’s hard not to boldface some statements.
Even without formatting, occasionally, there will be sentences that kind of — you know, stick out in your mind. God is dead; I do not agree with what you say…; …and so on, and so on. I can’t think of anymore.
As apathetic as some people will sound, some statements are just made to arouse emotions. It’s impossible for it to do otherwise, really, I think. Maybe not in everyone, but –
My dog Rosie had to be put to sleep today — and I’m not entirely upset about it. She was a sick thing. It was better that she went out kickin’ than to go on with her seizures, blindness, deafness, etc. She was a living mess. I do miss my dog, but, really — if i held onto her the way she was, as an object, then that really is just selfish of me.
I hope at some point someone will make a wise decision about my life and my living it, if need be. Hopefully, though, I’ll just fall out of life in a fit of terror. You know. Going to the store or something. It’s frightening.
It was a few days before my brother left and a few weeks before I went back to school, but it was at exactly the time where she was probably fed up and tired of being so damn tired.
“Die at the right time!” It’s hard to tell, but I think she got pretty damn close.
I guess I haven’t been writing or keeping this up lately since, literally, nothing has been going on.
I went to go see a broadway play — spring awakenings or something — and it won a Tony, so I figured it’d be good.
Wrong, no, bad. It was bad. Do not see it. The only thing that was good was the lighting.
I keep clinging to the idea that I need to hang out with people while I’m here, so I’m constantly in a mood to go out of my room to see people. To see what people? Everyone is busy today. Who would I be seeing? I should take a shower at least.
When I get back to chicago, I’ll write a longer post. I promise. Everyone’s leaving here in about 11 or so days. My brother is leaving in 10, I think, so I’ll need to go up to NYU fo’ a bit. It’ll be fun, maybz. I haven’t seen the campus, but it sounds ‘ight. But, really, nothing can replace that warm, crisp feeling I have for the frigid bitch that is the university of chicago campus.
And also, I miss samosas.
well, i can tell you two things about going home:
1) no one is ever the same as you remember them.
2) don’t go home.
Okay. In the last five minutes:
I went downstairs to get pizza. I’m really, really hungry and I just got pizza the day before, and I was so damn excited about having it. So damn excited. It’s this white pizza and I love it and it’s so good, etc.
So, I see my mom in the kitchen and says, “Oh, those pants look nice.”
and I said, “They’re brian’s.”
then she says, “Oh, really? But you’re so much heavier than brian.”
So I look in the fridge and don’t see my pizza.
“Where’s my pizza?”
“Oh, I ate it. Nothing’s safe with me around. Ha ha ha.”
fuckin’ –
