my excuse? im on medication
Thanksigiving break. People going home. I hate you for leaving tomorrow morning, who the hell will I wake up at four in the morning to go smoke with me in 15 degree weather? What the hell is up with this school anyway? WHY is it so cold?
Drink blood, smoke crack, worship satan - go mac.
Hah. I love that cheer. According to my planner (that is now officially my best friend) im going home in less than four weeks. When in gods name did that happen?
Woah, god. I have to go back to a land where people believe in him.
I like my bubble, my bubble of political correctness, of pro-everything, of minorities being a lot more powerful than the majorities, of homosexuals outnumbering hetrosexuals, of people being nice to you even if they have no idea who you are. Theres a routine here now, a routine thats familiar enough to be depended on but new enough to not have gotten redundant just yet. Ive found my people, ive found my place and somewhere along there, I found my way.
Am I happy? Sure, most of the time, but lifes reached a comfortable dead moment now. It feels safe, known territory, been there done that, its been conquered, ive landed- now I just have to consolidate my base.
Going home soon, thats going to be interesting. Cant wait to see the father, he be dearly dearly missed. Maybe thats the next step, to go back and compille all my thoughts together and see what ive landed up with. Theres still an odd numb feeling about this existence, like if I read out to touch it it might just vanish.
Have also not gotten the american accent.
Also managed to get an A in that paper that I based solely on Wikipedia.
Yep, its been a good day.
Happy gives me backaches.
Must remember to never have Katies soccer medicine again, fucking shit makes me loopy.
See, under normal circumstances I would have never said loopy.
Drink blood, smoke crack, worship satan - go mac.
Hah. I love that cheer. According to my planner (that is now officially my best friend) im going home in less than four weeks. When in gods name did that happen?
Woah, god. I have to go back to a land where people believe in him.
I like my bubble, my bubble of political correctness, of pro-everything, of minorities being a lot more powerful than the majorities, of homosexuals outnumbering hetrosexuals, of people being nice to you even if they have no idea who you are. Theres a routine here now, a routine thats familiar enough to be depended on but new enough to not have gotten redundant just yet. Ive found my people, ive found my place and somewhere along there, I found my way.
Am I happy? Sure, most of the time, but lifes reached a comfortable dead moment now. It feels safe, known territory, been there done that, its been conquered, ive landed- now I just have to consolidate my base.
Going home soon, thats going to be interesting. Cant wait to see the father, he be dearly dearly missed. Maybe thats the next step, to go back and compille all my thoughts together and see what ive landed up with. Theres still an odd numb feeling about this existence, like if I read out to touch it it might just vanish.
Have also not gotten the american accent.
Also managed to get an A in that paper that I based solely on Wikipedia.
Yep, its been a good day.
Happy gives me backaches.
Must remember to never have Katies soccer medicine again, fucking shit makes me loopy.
See, under normal circumstances I would have never said loopy.
posted by discopapaya at 7:09 PM
2 Comments:
yayyy for going home! and i'm proud of you for not picking up the american accent... it's rare.
and very few like their bubble. mine nearly suffocated me to death.
i think loopy is a funny word.
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