So, we made it. Its okay here, I guess. Kevin isn't really sure what to think, but I guess I don't really either.
We stayed in this hotel room last night in Princeton, Iowa- hometown of Ronald Reagan. Sexy. The room smelled like a god damned ash tray. Kevin didn't come out from underneath the bed for about 4 hours. I don't think he's shit in 3 days. Laundry today and tomorrow, job hunt begins Monday. Also, I need to get on the tredmill or somethin', cause home girl's put on some pounds. It's not going to be easy to lose weight either, with my mother shoving food down my throat. I think she's making a cake this afternoon. It's a really good thing I don't like cake.
After re-reading this i've realized that I am a) very boring and b) not a great writer. Shit.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
For whom the bell tolls.
So, i've recently decided even more I don't want to leave. This has to do with a list of reasons, but the following being most important (in no particular order):
1. The clashing church bells. From my high-dollar-real-estate-crappy-apartment I can hear the church bells from two different surrounding churches AT THE SAME TIME. While that may seem annoying and slightly redundant, totally endearing.
2. A boy with a beard and a static filled house.
3. The 3 girls in this city that don't make me want to tear my hair out.
4. Drunkenly walking home throught "the core" at 2 a.m. knowing that i'm a-ok.
I'm sure the list is longer (in fact I know that it is), but i'm not at my sappiest or most alert. I just ate a semi-satisfying vegetarian (the #6) sandwich from Jimmy Juans (my second sandwich of the day) and am ready for a good nights rest, dreaming of the fantastic things ill be missing in this god forsaken state.
1. The clashing church bells. From my high-dollar-real-estate-crappy-apartment I can hear the church bells from two different surrounding churches AT THE SAME TIME. While that may seem annoying and slightly redundant, totally endearing.
2. A boy with a beard and a static filled house.
3. The 3 girls in this city that don't make me want to tear my hair out.
4. Drunkenly walking home throught "the core" at 2 a.m. knowing that i'm a-ok.
I'm sure the list is longer (in fact I know that it is), but i'm not at my sappiest or most alert. I just ate a semi-satisfying vegetarian (the #6) sandwich from Jimmy Juans (my second sandwich of the day) and am ready for a good nights rest, dreaming of the fantastic things ill be missing in this god forsaken state.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
This is where you can revert to in order to remember how awesome I am.
Bloggy, blog, blog. I'm going to keep you (the reader) and myself, I suppose, updated on my life now that I won't be in the great state of Nebraska. Step numero uno, figure out how to remember my password.
11 days and counting.
I divulged information to Amy yesterday that I hadn't even admitted to myself; I do not want to leave. Apparently, from what i've been telling people, i'm only 40% excited/60% fucking bummed out. Oh well. Time to move on, start a new chapter, be fucking awesome in a new state, right?
I think once I get there, i'll stop talking to boys.
11 days and counting.
I divulged information to Amy yesterday that I hadn't even admitted to myself; I do not want to leave. Apparently, from what i've been telling people, i'm only 40% excited/60% fucking bummed out. Oh well. Time to move on, start a new chapter, be fucking awesome in a new state, right?
I think once I get there, i'll stop talking to boys.
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