At this point, between Elaine and I, we've been playing guitar hero for like four hours. It's really pathetic. I suppose it's better than the chemistry studying I ought to be doing right now anyway.
Tomorrow (aka later today?) we're going to Jefferson City Outlet Mall! Woo hoo!
This evening I cleaned. A lot. Like Jen and I got OCD and rearranged the common room entirely. Actually it's much nicer now, so we're kind of bummed we didn't design this new layout until three weeks before school gets out. It's much cozier now... though Elyse pointed out that Houe nights (aka night... there's only one more episode left, two weeks from now) are going to be a lot more crowded. She has a valid point. But it's still nicer. Plus you don't have to walk in front of people watching TV (read: playing guitar hero) anymore.
But anyway I also sort of pre-packed for Memorial Day. I took down my posters and my photos and packed up my pleasure books (no, not as perverted as you're thinking... just the books that I never really had time to read this year) and threw out some stuff that didn't need to be in here anymore. It looks so bare now, without my "funnest diseases" and "cristil meth buttsecks" pictures coloured by my friends. It's sort of sad that we're all leaving. It wasn't until spring quarter that we all really solidified and now we're hauling off back to hell... er, home. It depresses me. I don't want to go home. I'm perfectly content with being this distant from my family. Which is now just my parents and I, seeing as the great aunt and uncle died over the last month. Which is sad? I mean it is, but they were old. So it's okay. They lived full, happy lives, I am sure.
Plus I don't fancy the idea of just up and leaving here. There's been so many ties made and I feel like just leaving and going 250 miles away all of sudden will just suddenly break those ties. And that's never a good thing. Even though I move on past things fairly easily, I still like closure. And I'm afraid that some of the friends I've made this year, I'm just going to go home and when I come back it will kind of be like we weren't friends at all because I won't see them, the one negative about this huge campus. But I guess in foresight that idea bothers me a lot more than it really will in hindsight. That's how things tend to be with me.
I have also come to believe more assuredly than ever that I'm a terrible person, thanks to something Jen informed me of. I mean. Oh, nevermind whatever.
I guess I'm a clusterfuck.
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