Thursday, October 23, 2003
December 21, 2000
Dear Diary,
Tonight Kim’s older brother had a huge party. He had a bunch of his Westpoint friends down. I was hoping to finally have a real talk with Mike Clatworthy tonight considering I’ve liked him forever, but the night ended up having an unexpected twist instead. We all got completely wasted and I ended up crashing at Kim’s. Earlier in the night though, I met this AMAZING guy. His name is Brian and as soon as I met him we had this unbelievable connection.
Cynthia picked me up and we drove to Kim’s. While we were walking in this tall guy came over to us and was like, “Are you sober?” Considering we had just gotten there, we obviously were. So he asked for a ride to get cigarettes. I had to sit next to him in the backseat and he wouldn’t stop talking about hockey. I remembered thinking that he was incredibly boring, not to mention, EXTREMELY drunk.
Later on after a couple of drinks myself, I was standing over by the cooler to get another, when he came over to me. We started to talk and next thing I knew he had leaned over and kissed me. The really strange part is that as soon as this strange guy’s lips touched mine, I felt fireworks and heat. INCREDIBLE heat. I have never felt a kiss like that before. We ended up spending the whole rest of the night together, and exchanged numbers. Unfortunately, he lives in Rockland County and goes to school in Albany. So I don’t know what kind of future this could have.
March 17, 2001
Dear Diary,
Today Brian got to meet the rest of my friends. We’ve been together since that night in December. However, this actually is the first time I’ve seen him since then. I know it sounds impossible, like what kind of relationship could this possibly be when all we have is phone conversations and instant messenger. Yet this is definitely the most important relationship I’ve ever had. I think I might actually be falling in love with him. Because all we have is the phone, we actually have to listen and talk. He already knows things about me no one else does. And when I saw him today, I felt like we’ve been together forever. It actually didn’t feel awkward at all. It was crazy. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
April 9, 2001
Dear Diary,
Today Brian told me he loved me. I’ve never had a guy tell me he loved me before. We’ve been dancing around it for awhile. He told me last time he came to visit that he liked me a lot and someday he might be ready to say it, but those words were really important to him and he wouldn’t say them until he was ready. Today we were just having a stupid conversation about nothing important and I was just talking and realized he was sitting there silent for awhile. So finally I asked what he was thinking and he was like “I’m thinking I love you.” Just like that. It was so unexpected. I told him I loved him back and I really do, that was the crazy part.
June 21, 2001
Dear Diary,
Today Brian forgot our anniversary. I mean I know I shouldn’t be that upset. Guys just do that right? It’s just that this was important to me because it was the first time I had a remotely important anniversary with a guy. My longest relationship before this was 4 months. He also missed my graduation last week. I mean he came later with flowers trying to make up for it. I don’t know. I just wish he could come through for something for once. He always pulls out of things last minute, with stupid excuses. I guess I’m realizing that as much as I love him, he’s definitely not perfect.
July 22, 2001
Dear Diary,
Yesterday Brian forgot my birthday. Apparently he’s just not one for dates. Although we got together on December 21st, his birthday is March 21st and my birthday is July 21st. It’s really not that hard is it? Ever since the shock of me leaving for school has been kicking in, we’ve been falling apart. But we love each other. And can’t love keep anything together?
September 19, 2001
Dear Diary,
I cheated on Brian last night. I didn’t mean to. We’ve just really not been getting along since I got down to school. He said he’d call by 9 and then by 12:30 I just didn’t feel like sitting in my room anymore. So I went down to this party and got really drunk and this guy I’ve been getting to know was there, and next thing I knew we were kissing. I don’t even know how I’ll tell Brian. He’ll be so hurt.
October 16, 2001
Dear Diary,
Brian and I broke up. I don’t even know what to do. We tried to work things out but we just can’t fix any of the problems when we’re 5 hours apart. He obviously has problems trusting me right now, and I have problems with the fact that he offers me no support. I guess we’re just not meant to be together right now. I really believe that this isn’t over though. He’s my first love, and I can’t imagine myself with anybody else.
June 4, 2002
Dear Diary,
Brian and I had a long talk today. We’ve been playing at this whole “we’re friends” thing since we broke up even though we know there still are such deeper feelings there. But now that I’m transferring to Quinnipiac, which is right by him, he really thinks we should give us another shot. I had tried dating other people but they never did feel right. I think we should try it, I mean we will finally be right by each other and I never could stop myself from loving him.
July 22, 2002
Dear Diary,
Brian forgot my birthday again. How is that possible???? After all we talked about and all the effort we both swore we’d put into this relationship this time, how could he let me down again? Why am I such an idiot?
October 11, 2002
Dear Diary,
Brian and I are really “just friends” now. After a month and half without speaking, because he dropped off the face of the earth and ran like a coward, we finally talked things out. We realized that we just tried to jump back into a relationship and the reason why it couldn’t work again is that we never solved any of the real issues that resided underneath. How could we fix trust issues or basic respect issues if we didn’t take time to just hang out, without any pressures of being in love? I really feel that this is what we need right now. I went to see him play hockey yesterday. I realized that in the whole year and a half that we’d been together on and off, I never got a chance to see him play hockey. We’d always been too far away. That is what the problem always was, we jumped into this deep, meaningful relationship without even being able to get to know each other through the simple basics.
December 31, 2002
Dear Diary,
Brian proposed tonight. Well not exactly. We’ve still been playing this whole “just friends” thing, but we really haven’t been. We’ve been seeing a lot of each other casually. Just doing all the things that we never got to do before as a couple. Watching him play hockey, taking in a movie, simple little things that distance never allowed us to do when we wanted to. Then tonight was New Years Eve and Brian surprised me with a call at midnight telling me that he loved me and wanted to give us the “REAL” shot that we never got before. He told me that he couldn’t live without me and that I was the girl he wanted to marry. He begged me to consider it and to take him back.
February 6, 2003
Dear Diary,
I told Brian to get out of my life today. I told him I never wanted to speak to him again. After his proposal he lasted two weeks of trying to fix things. Then he dropped off the face of the earth again and ran because he felt too much pressure. I finally told him that I had cried too many tears for him. I had tried to fix myself too much to meet his expectations and I no longer could put my life on hold for him. I realized that I had wasted over two years of my life on waiting for him to grow up. I’ll never fully get my life back until he’s no longer in it. I feel good right? I’m finally thinking for myself and moving on. The only question is, why can’t I stop crying?
Dear Diary,
Tonight Kim’s older brother had a huge party. He had a bunch of his Westpoint friends down. I was hoping to finally have a real talk with Mike Clatworthy tonight considering I’ve liked him forever, but the night ended up having an unexpected twist instead. We all got completely wasted and I ended up crashing at Kim’s. Earlier in the night though, I met this AMAZING guy. His name is Brian and as soon as I met him we had this unbelievable connection.
Cynthia picked me up and we drove to Kim’s. While we were walking in this tall guy came over to us and was like, “Are you sober?” Considering we had just gotten there, we obviously were. So he asked for a ride to get cigarettes. I had to sit next to him in the backseat and he wouldn’t stop talking about hockey. I remembered thinking that he was incredibly boring, not to mention, EXTREMELY drunk.
Later on after a couple of drinks myself, I was standing over by the cooler to get another, when he came over to me. We started to talk and next thing I knew he had leaned over and kissed me. The really strange part is that as soon as this strange guy’s lips touched mine, I felt fireworks and heat. INCREDIBLE heat. I have never felt a kiss like that before. We ended up spending the whole rest of the night together, and exchanged numbers. Unfortunately, he lives in Rockland County and goes to school in Albany. So I don’t know what kind of future this could have.
March 17, 2001
Dear Diary,
Today Brian got to meet the rest of my friends. We’ve been together since that night in December. However, this actually is the first time I’ve seen him since then. I know it sounds impossible, like what kind of relationship could this possibly be when all we have is phone conversations and instant messenger. Yet this is definitely the most important relationship I’ve ever had. I think I might actually be falling in love with him. Because all we have is the phone, we actually have to listen and talk. He already knows things about me no one else does. And when I saw him today, I felt like we’ve been together forever. It actually didn’t feel awkward at all. It was crazy. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
April 9, 2001
Dear Diary,
Today Brian told me he loved me. I’ve never had a guy tell me he loved me before. We’ve been dancing around it for awhile. He told me last time he came to visit that he liked me a lot and someday he might be ready to say it, but those words were really important to him and he wouldn’t say them until he was ready. Today we were just having a stupid conversation about nothing important and I was just talking and realized he was sitting there silent for awhile. So finally I asked what he was thinking and he was like “I’m thinking I love you.” Just like that. It was so unexpected. I told him I loved him back and I really do, that was the crazy part.
June 21, 2001
Dear Diary,
Today Brian forgot our anniversary. I mean I know I shouldn’t be that upset. Guys just do that right? It’s just that this was important to me because it was the first time I had a remotely important anniversary with a guy. My longest relationship before this was 4 months. He also missed my graduation last week. I mean he came later with flowers trying to make up for it. I don’t know. I just wish he could come through for something for once. He always pulls out of things last minute, with stupid excuses. I guess I’m realizing that as much as I love him, he’s definitely not perfect.
July 22, 2001
Dear Diary,
Yesterday Brian forgot my birthday. Apparently he’s just not one for dates. Although we got together on December 21st, his birthday is March 21st and my birthday is July 21st. It’s really not that hard is it? Ever since the shock of me leaving for school has been kicking in, we’ve been falling apart. But we love each other. And can’t love keep anything together?
September 19, 2001
Dear Diary,
I cheated on Brian last night. I didn’t mean to. We’ve just really not been getting along since I got down to school. He said he’d call by 9 and then by 12:30 I just didn’t feel like sitting in my room anymore. So I went down to this party and got really drunk and this guy I’ve been getting to know was there, and next thing I knew we were kissing. I don’t even know how I’ll tell Brian. He’ll be so hurt.
October 16, 2001
Dear Diary,
Brian and I broke up. I don’t even know what to do. We tried to work things out but we just can’t fix any of the problems when we’re 5 hours apart. He obviously has problems trusting me right now, and I have problems with the fact that he offers me no support. I guess we’re just not meant to be together right now. I really believe that this isn’t over though. He’s my first love, and I can’t imagine myself with anybody else.
June 4, 2002
Dear Diary,
Brian and I had a long talk today. We’ve been playing at this whole “we’re friends” thing since we broke up even though we know there still are such deeper feelings there. But now that I’m transferring to Quinnipiac, which is right by him, he really thinks we should give us another shot. I had tried dating other people but they never did feel right. I think we should try it, I mean we will finally be right by each other and I never could stop myself from loving him.
July 22, 2002
Dear Diary,
Brian forgot my birthday again. How is that possible???? After all we talked about and all the effort we both swore we’d put into this relationship this time, how could he let me down again? Why am I such an idiot?
October 11, 2002
Dear Diary,
Brian and I are really “just friends” now. After a month and half without speaking, because he dropped off the face of the earth and ran like a coward, we finally talked things out. We realized that we just tried to jump back into a relationship and the reason why it couldn’t work again is that we never solved any of the real issues that resided underneath. How could we fix trust issues or basic respect issues if we didn’t take time to just hang out, without any pressures of being in love? I really feel that this is what we need right now. I went to see him play hockey yesterday. I realized that in the whole year and a half that we’d been together on and off, I never got a chance to see him play hockey. We’d always been too far away. That is what the problem always was, we jumped into this deep, meaningful relationship without even being able to get to know each other through the simple basics.
December 31, 2002
Dear Diary,
Brian proposed tonight. Well not exactly. We’ve still been playing this whole “just friends” thing, but we really haven’t been. We’ve been seeing a lot of each other casually. Just doing all the things that we never got to do before as a couple. Watching him play hockey, taking in a movie, simple little things that distance never allowed us to do when we wanted to. Then tonight was New Years Eve and Brian surprised me with a call at midnight telling me that he loved me and wanted to give us the “REAL” shot that we never got before. He told me that he couldn’t live without me and that I was the girl he wanted to marry. He begged me to consider it and to take him back.
February 6, 2003
Dear Diary,
I told Brian to get out of my life today. I told him I never wanted to speak to him again. After his proposal he lasted two weeks of trying to fix things. Then he dropped off the face of the earth again and ran because he felt too much pressure. I finally told him that I had cried too many tears for him. I had tried to fix myself too much to meet his expectations and I no longer could put my life on hold for him. I realized that I had wasted over two years of my life on waiting for him to grow up. I’ll never fully get my life back until he’s no longer in it. I feel good right? I’m finally thinking for myself and moving on. The only question is, why can’t I stop crying?
Saturday, October 18, 2003
"And then Jessica told Maggie, who told John, who told Shawn that I thought he was cute. And I just died. I mean now he knows that I like him. What am I going to do?"
For my extra cash during the school year I babysit for a nearby family. Last night I sat listening for about 45 minutes to Emily, who is 11 years old, tell me about her dilemma about Shawn, her newest crush, finding out that she thinks he is cute. I had pretty much forgotten what it was like in those horrible junior high years. In fact I had tried to block out those wonderful years. Last night listening to Emily though, brought me back and made me remember some of my own pre-teen angst.
It was the end of the 6th grade, the day of the Mother's Day plant sale to be exact, I was reaching for a geranium for my mother when his hand brushed mine. I looked up and stared into his chocolate brown eyes, looking out from under his mop of blond hair. My knees began to get weak as I melted into a pool of jello. "Sorry" he said and reached for the one next to mine. My tongue felt like cotton in my mouth and I couldn't make it form a word fast enough to respond. By the time I got control back, he was gone and that was it.
Unfortunately, when we returned to school in the fall he was in a different class from me again, but however, that did not stop me from making a fool out of myself. I followed him around at lunch time, ogling him in his Chicago Bulls jacket. I found out what desk he sat in and was extremely excited when alphabetical order placed me in his desk when my class was in there. I learned how to play Pogs so I could join his circle at lunchtime and made my friends sit in our circle down where he played soccer everyday at lunch. Basically I picked up some stalkerish tendencies.
The funny thing is that over the years we did become friends and I think he actually was my first kiss in a spin the bottle game in 8th grade. I haven't thought about Mike Robitaille in years, but it is amazing how much comes rushing back and how nostalgic you can feel when you remember your first crush. Now looking back my first tendency is to be how stupid and silly I was back then, but then listening to Emily talk, I realize I obviously didn't think it was stupid and silly then. Back then it was the end of the world.
For my extra cash during the school year I babysit for a nearby family. Last night I sat listening for about 45 minutes to Emily, who is 11 years old, tell me about her dilemma about Shawn, her newest crush, finding out that she thinks he is cute. I had pretty much forgotten what it was like in those horrible junior high years. In fact I had tried to block out those wonderful years. Last night listening to Emily though, brought me back and made me remember some of my own pre-teen angst.
It was the end of the 6th grade, the day of the Mother's Day plant sale to be exact, I was reaching for a geranium for my mother when his hand brushed mine. I looked up and stared into his chocolate brown eyes, looking out from under his mop of blond hair. My knees began to get weak as I melted into a pool of jello. "Sorry" he said and reached for the one next to mine. My tongue felt like cotton in my mouth and I couldn't make it form a word fast enough to respond. By the time I got control back, he was gone and that was it.
Unfortunately, when we returned to school in the fall he was in a different class from me again, but however, that did not stop me from making a fool out of myself. I followed him around at lunch time, ogling him in his Chicago Bulls jacket. I found out what desk he sat in and was extremely excited when alphabetical order placed me in his desk when my class was in there. I learned how to play Pogs so I could join his circle at lunchtime and made my friends sit in our circle down where he played soccer everyday at lunch. Basically I picked up some stalkerish tendencies.
The funny thing is that over the years we did become friends and I think he actually was my first kiss in a spin the bottle game in 8th grade. I haven't thought about Mike Robitaille in years, but it is amazing how much comes rushing back and how nostalgic you can feel when you remember your first crush. Now looking back my first tendency is to be how stupid and silly I was back then, but then listening to Emily talk, I realize I obviously didn't think it was stupid and silly then. Back then it was the end of the world.
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Can you remember back to freshman year? Remember that horrible summer before; when you were waiting to find out who your roommates were? When you got that piece of paper in the mail with their names written on it and you wondered from the names on the paper what their personalities would be like? Every freshman’s worst nightmare is what if my roommate is a freak?
Now fast forward to the summer before junior year. By this point you’re pretty confident going back to school, thinking that you’re living with your friends and are going to enjoy your last year on campus. Now imagine a couple of weeks before returning to campus that one of your roommates has decided to live off campus, now leaving an open spot in YOUR room. You start to get anxious again. You start to question who residence life is going to stick in there. Then you get the piece of paper. Oh god it’s happening all over again.
As you can gather this happened to me this year, and I wish I could tell you that my anxiety had a happy ending, but unfortunately I’m living out every freshman’s worst nightmare this year.
I met Woody on a hot, sticky day back in August. I had to come back early for Move in crew so I thought I was the only one moving in that day. My family was with me, helping me unpack. All of a sudden we heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Then this weird looking girl with frizzy hair, and a gerbil looking face with two lazy eyes stuck her head in the door. I tried to be polite and walked over and introduced myself. Then she opened her mouth to speak and I realized I could not understand a word she said. She had the worst lisp ever! She told me that she lived here in Hamden and was a transfer. She wanted to live on campus to get a better experience. The entire time she was talking to me, she never once looked directly at me, she kept staring over my shoulder which kind of unnerved me. She thankfully only stayed about five minutes before leaving. After she left, my sister fell off my desk chair from laughing so hard, “Have fun with her!” she managed to choke out.
Now I realize I paint a very unattractive picture of myself in this description of our meeting. I mean how horrible can I be to make fun of a girl with lazy eyes and a lisp? These things are obviously out of her control you’d say. However, I can assure you that if you met her, and hear some of the other wonderful experiences I’ve had this semester, you’d understand and forgive me.
First off, I’m sure you assumed that Woody is a nickname. My other roommate Christine and I gave it to her after about a week of sharing a room with her. Imagine a hot, sweaty dorm room back in August. We had this horrible smell like a gerbil or a hamster that never seemed to leave our room. Finally, we realized it was coming from her. We decided to call her Woodchips and over time it has been shortened to Woody. Unfortunately, the smell has stayed, considering that I think I’ve seen her shower twice, and the same sheets have remained on her bed since that first day back in August. Christine politely says that our room smells “unfresh”.
Woody has some other rather unusual habits. Since she lives nearby, she’ll often disappear for most of the day and return around 12:30 or 1 in the morning. Now that’s fine, whatever, except for the fact that she’ll come in and make herself a full course meal at these odd times.
One of my other favorite anecdotes from this year is from my suitemate Sam. One morning around 7:30 she got up sleepily to go to the bathroom. She walked in to find Woody standing there by the sinks, half naked, in just a T-shirt with her underwear and shorts hanging behind her on a hook, drinking juice.
Now I mentioned before that Woody has two lazy eyes and never looks at you while you speak to her. This can be extremely frustrating whenever you try to speak to her about something. She also seems to live in a little bubble world of her own, oblivious to the real world the rest of us live in. You’ll try to tell her something and she’ll stare at you for a full 10 seconds before finally answering “Oh okay” and you just know that once again it completely went over her head.
Woody also has this wonderful stuffed bear. Now, I know a lot of people have stuffed bears from their childhood, hey I have a stuffed bear here at school with me that I couldn’t leave behind. She however, has about ten or eleven strings of Mardi Gras beads around its neck. She also has class everyday at 8 in the morning. Woody has a hard time getting up in the morning. So she likes to hit the snooze button about 4 or 5 times until Christine and I are ready to kill her, and then by the time she usually gets up she’s running late. So she throws hangers on the floor and rummages through her closet, but that damn bear! That damn bear somehow manages to get picked up and tossed around at least four or five times every morning with the beads clicking together every time.
About two weeks ago Woody decided to go home for the weekend. Christine, my boyfriend and I went party hopping around campus. Christine came back a little tipsy and the bear was lying on the floor. After Christine tripped over the bear, she picked it up and in a fit of pent up anger that bear went flying in a clear arc across the room. I swear, you never could have seen a funnier sight than that flying bear.
The last wonderful trait I’ll share with you, are the wonderful sounds Woody blesses us with every night. Woody, unfortunately, has a snoring problem. Now I’m not talking about your average, a little stuffed up, normal snoring noises. I’m talking about shakes the room, sounds like there’s a lawn mower or helicopter landing in the room noises. Christine managed to sleep through the Dana fire drill last year, and she gets woken up some nights. And unfortunately for me, I get woken up when a pin falls on the floor, so I haven’t slept in weeks. I have made really good friends with the couch downstairs though.
It’s only October 8, and I already have more stories from this year alone, then all my other years of college combined. As for all you freshmen out there, trust me I empathize. Hopefully I can just keep my sense of humor until the year is over.
Now fast forward to the summer before junior year. By this point you’re pretty confident going back to school, thinking that you’re living with your friends and are going to enjoy your last year on campus. Now imagine a couple of weeks before returning to campus that one of your roommates has decided to live off campus, now leaving an open spot in YOUR room. You start to get anxious again. You start to question who residence life is going to stick in there. Then you get the piece of paper. Oh god it’s happening all over again.
As you can gather this happened to me this year, and I wish I could tell you that my anxiety had a happy ending, but unfortunately I’m living out every freshman’s worst nightmare this year.
I met Woody on a hot, sticky day back in August. I had to come back early for Move in crew so I thought I was the only one moving in that day. My family was with me, helping me unpack. All of a sudden we heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Then this weird looking girl with frizzy hair, and a gerbil looking face with two lazy eyes stuck her head in the door. I tried to be polite and walked over and introduced myself. Then she opened her mouth to speak and I realized I could not understand a word she said. She had the worst lisp ever! She told me that she lived here in Hamden and was a transfer. She wanted to live on campus to get a better experience. The entire time she was talking to me, she never once looked directly at me, she kept staring over my shoulder which kind of unnerved me. She thankfully only stayed about five minutes before leaving. After she left, my sister fell off my desk chair from laughing so hard, “Have fun with her!” she managed to choke out.
Now I realize I paint a very unattractive picture of myself in this description of our meeting. I mean how horrible can I be to make fun of a girl with lazy eyes and a lisp? These things are obviously out of her control you’d say. However, I can assure you that if you met her, and hear some of the other wonderful experiences I’ve had this semester, you’d understand and forgive me.
First off, I’m sure you assumed that Woody is a nickname. My other roommate Christine and I gave it to her after about a week of sharing a room with her. Imagine a hot, sweaty dorm room back in August. We had this horrible smell like a gerbil or a hamster that never seemed to leave our room. Finally, we realized it was coming from her. We decided to call her Woodchips and over time it has been shortened to Woody. Unfortunately, the smell has stayed, considering that I think I’ve seen her shower twice, and the same sheets have remained on her bed since that first day back in August. Christine politely says that our room smells “unfresh”.
Woody has some other rather unusual habits. Since she lives nearby, she’ll often disappear for most of the day and return around 12:30 or 1 in the morning. Now that’s fine, whatever, except for the fact that she’ll come in and make herself a full course meal at these odd times.
One of my other favorite anecdotes from this year is from my suitemate Sam. One morning around 7:30 she got up sleepily to go to the bathroom. She walked in to find Woody standing there by the sinks, half naked, in just a T-shirt with her underwear and shorts hanging behind her on a hook, drinking juice.
Now I mentioned before that Woody has two lazy eyes and never looks at you while you speak to her. This can be extremely frustrating whenever you try to speak to her about something. She also seems to live in a little bubble world of her own, oblivious to the real world the rest of us live in. You’ll try to tell her something and she’ll stare at you for a full 10 seconds before finally answering “Oh okay” and you just know that once again it completely went over her head.
Woody also has this wonderful stuffed bear. Now, I know a lot of people have stuffed bears from their childhood, hey I have a stuffed bear here at school with me that I couldn’t leave behind. She however, has about ten or eleven strings of Mardi Gras beads around its neck. She also has class everyday at 8 in the morning. Woody has a hard time getting up in the morning. So she likes to hit the snooze button about 4 or 5 times until Christine and I are ready to kill her, and then by the time she usually gets up she’s running late. So she throws hangers on the floor and rummages through her closet, but that damn bear! That damn bear somehow manages to get picked up and tossed around at least four or five times every morning with the beads clicking together every time.
About two weeks ago Woody decided to go home for the weekend. Christine, my boyfriend and I went party hopping around campus. Christine came back a little tipsy and the bear was lying on the floor. After Christine tripped over the bear, she picked it up and in a fit of pent up anger that bear went flying in a clear arc across the room. I swear, you never could have seen a funnier sight than that flying bear.
The last wonderful trait I’ll share with you, are the wonderful sounds Woody blesses us with every night. Woody, unfortunately, has a snoring problem. Now I’m not talking about your average, a little stuffed up, normal snoring noises. I’m talking about shakes the room, sounds like there’s a lawn mower or helicopter landing in the room noises. Christine managed to sleep through the Dana fire drill last year, and she gets woken up some nights. And unfortunately for me, I get woken up when a pin falls on the floor, so I haven’t slept in weeks. I have made really good friends with the couch downstairs though.
It’s only October 8, and I already have more stories from this year alone, then all my other years of college combined. As for all you freshmen out there, trust me I empathize. Hopefully I can just keep my sense of humor until the year is over.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
The rain is pounding on the windshield. The wipers start streaking the rain off the windshield with that squeaking swish, swish. I lean over the steering wheel and squint my eyes to see in the gray swirl of water out ahead. Shlurp....ahhhh I burned my tongue. Why is Dunkin Donuts coffee always SOOO hot? I swear to god, everyone always made fun of that lady that sued McDonalds for having burnt herself on her coffee, but she may not have been completely crazy. I mean if you can't drink your coffee for more than 5 minutes, and it still burns your tongue when you try to drink it, well that's too hot.
CHew, chew, ugh how did I already drop cream cheese on my sweater? I just got this freakin sweater dry cleaned. Great morning I can see already. (Born in the USA, yea born in the USA) ah there's nothing like Bruce in the morning. Swish, swish more water streaks off my windshield. Wait why is that lady stopping ahead? I slam my foot on the brake...squealing noises....complete skidding on water...last couple of seconds the back of the van is coming up close....damn I am so NOT going to stop in time...SLAM! Uh oh, that's not good.
CHew, chew, ugh how did I already drop cream cheese on my sweater? I just got this freakin sweater dry cleaned. Great morning I can see already. (Born in the USA, yea born in the USA) ah there's nothing like Bruce in the morning. Swish, swish more water streaks off my windshield. Wait why is that lady stopping ahead? I slam my foot on the brake...squealing noises....complete skidding on water...last couple of seconds the back of the van is coming up close....damn I am so NOT going to stop in time...SLAM! Uh oh, that's not good.
My desk is my space in my dorm room. It reflects my personality with its overflowing drawers that begin nicely organized, but after a month into the semester, have collected all kinds of my everyday letters, papers, postcards, and tests. My laptop sits next to my mousepad, and lamp and is the only remotely organized section of the desktop. To the right of it, I have my speakers, then in front of them I have my displayed cards from my boyfriend the he sends me in the mail from time to time. Next to the cards are a row of picture frames, one of my mother and I, one of my roommate and I, and one of my best friend and I. Then next to them is usually a dirty dish or two and a half drank bottle of water or a stack of books. Behind that is a stuffed bear from my big sister and huge Hershey’s kiss that she gave me for my birthday. In front of the Hershey’s kiss is a little gold star jewelry box that has an engraving on the top that says “Reach for the stars” where I keep all my earrings and rings. Usually by the end of the day my QU-card and car keys are tossed somewhere as well.
My desk is my space in my dorm room. In the beginning of the semester I organized my drawers so I could find everything. Two months later, all kinds of everyday things like letters, papers, tests, and postcards have cluttered them.
My laptop sits next to my mousepad, lamp, and speakers. To the right of my laptop, I have cards displayed from my boyfriend. Next to the cards are a row of picture frames including one of my mother and I, and one of my roommate and I.
Next to the pictures is usually a dirty dish or two along with a stack of books. Behind that is a stuffed bear from my big sister along with a huge Hershey’s kiss that she gave me for my birthday.
In front of the bear is a little gold star jewelry box that has the engraving “Reach for the stars”. I keep all my earrings and rings in there. Usually by the end of the day my QU- card and car keys are tossed amongst it all.
(I was trying to copy Morgan Llywelyn’s style. She has really crisp sentences and short paragraphs. She says what needs to be said in a crisp, easy style.)
My desk is my space in my dorm room. In the beginning of the semester I organized my drawers so I could find everything. Two months later, all kinds of everyday things like letters, papers, tests, and postcards have cluttered them.
My laptop sits next to my mousepad, lamp, and speakers. To the right of my laptop, I have cards displayed from my boyfriend. Next to the cards are a row of picture frames including one of my mother and I, and one of my roommate and I.
Next to the pictures is usually a dirty dish or two along with a stack of books. Behind that is a stuffed bear from my big sister along with a huge Hershey’s kiss that she gave me for my birthday.
In front of the bear is a little gold star jewelry box that has the engraving “Reach for the stars”. I keep all my earrings and rings in there. Usually by the end of the day my QU- card and car keys are tossed amongst it all.
(I was trying to copy Morgan Llywelyn’s style. She has really crisp sentences and short paragraphs. She says what needs to be said in a crisp, easy style.)
