Turkey break revisited, insight, and an IRONIC story
December 4th
I just threw my retainer across the room at my studying roommate cuz she said something I disagreed with! Haha! That'll teach you to not like Ryan Adams!
You know what I just got a HUGE craving to study? CHALK.
Holy Crap my roommate just started playing a song from Doug on NIckelodoen. Remember how all those kids were obsessed with the band The Beets? She busts out their song. "SHOOOOOOOOOUT YA LUNGS OUT! YOU GOTTA ROLL YO WINDOW DOWN!"
Turkey break revisited- an excerpt
Sunday November 16, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (10:54:40 PM EST)
So I went through last year's journal, and there were amazingly candid revelations and moments of dear god how did I live with that roommate,and hilarious drunken stories. But then I found this piece of paper with some hilarious coming of age stuff written on it. So here it is:
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I was thinking about college, and realized it's just learning experiences mashed together over and over. They're' disguised in the form of everyday life, so it all just comes across as shitty drama.
Coming home is weird. It's cool because it's clean and there's food and spaceand no school, and you get to see your old friends and drive and relax, but it's always temporary and you're in a time warp. Like today, I'm in my room, driving my car, listening to Ludacris, and I felt like I was back in time. But all my stuff is missing, and now different people (from CU) occupy my thoughts. It's not really a vacataion, it's this weird phase of being in limbo. Everything is rushed because I have to leave so soon (xmas break will be better). I wish all my stuff was here because then i'd be more comfortable...it's like I'm a guest in my own house.
I was also looking around my room and saw my First rose from Steve, then the rose from Matt, then the graduation bouquet. And the bouquet evoked feelings of pride and accomplishment, while the others brought whistful smiles of mixed emotions. Lesson being that I have to make myself happy before any boy can/does. Such a women's magazine-ish revelation, I know!
Jeez, mom left out these articles on safe sex...it'sl ike jeez, I'm not screwing anyone! I'll have to ask the brother if she did that to him too.
Oh the irony of this anecdote. And more.
Wednesday October 29, 2003
Posted by: Ridgecliff (11:03:57 AM EST)
On Saturday (birthday! The big 1-9) I got up and was hanging out in the living room w/ some people and finally got to that point where I'm like christ, i can't see, I gotta put in my contacts. So I go get the stuff and try and try but i can't get them in because my tremor was a lil frustrating that morning. I went into the bathroom to take these "shaky pills" to combat the shakiness. I reached for them, and instaed of picking them up, knocked them down off their perch into the fucking toilet. My life turned into slow motion as I was just standing there going NOOOO! Nothing I could do. Since toilets gross me out to no end (well, after freaking out to my roommate in the hope she'd fish it out) I got two paper plates and scooped out the jar and then poured on madd amounts of soap and hot water. Apparently those things are waterproof, but I still took out the pills and threw away that funkified container.
Why are they called tank tops?
And I realized a contact analogy. It's like a bra for your eyes. Sure, during the day it's useful and helps you out, doesn't bother you that much except the occassional dryness (eyes)or wire poke...but at the end of a long day you're like ARGH GET THE HELL OUT/OFF!
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