getting stoned and painting my nails weird color combos= that’s that shit i do liiiike
/oh yeah, I dyed my hair back to it’s natural color. bye bye blondie. back to the dark side. the blonde years are over.
- sunset rock
- how I met your mother
- our shared pile of dirty clothes on the bathroom floor
- 2 toothbrushes
- dinner for 2
- too distracted to finish bowls
straight up blissin carefree chat daze
Too anxious to sleep. Drug test day + chattanooga after. It’s gonna be a good week if I can manage to fit everything in that I want to do and not just smoke weed all goddamn day. lol.
- blue hole
- organizing room
- boyfriend quality time
- chatt friends quality time
- gatsby (?)
Last night = two psycho saddos on the phone for 3 and a half hours
Is it bad that I have to consciously ignore the fact that I can’t help but wander back to the last night I was in this bed? The last night I was here you were here with me. Just a little over a month ago we spent the night in this bed together. My memories from that night still confuse the fuck out of me. I know it shouldn’t matter but I still think about it from time to time and ponder the significance. I wonder if you ever think about it too. I wonder if we’ll ever talk about it again even though I told you immediately after that we weren’t allowed to. I feel like it will come up this summer.
Ugh these thoughts are annoying and irrelevant and I want them to go away.
Saved the two copies of the school paper I was in this semester and just gave them to my mom.
- One I’m just standing in the entrance to our library grasping an iron statue’s butt.
- The other I’m quoted saying tennis is the most underrated sport because “The players work hard and the boys are really cute.”
My mom is pretty proud of my impact on campus…
I already hate being back home and it’s only been 5 hours. Seriously. As if I needed another reason to want to be in Chattanooga instead of here, my mother alone is 863 reasons in herself. I like Nashville and I love my friends here but I canNOT cohabitate with that woman for a whole summer. I will literally die.
Pity party for one? meow :(
Memphrica bound and no idea how this semester ended so quickly. Seems like just yesterday it was spring break.. I can’t handle the fact that next semester I get to graduate. I can’t handle that I suddenly have an amazing boyfriend that I am completely obsessed with and reminded regularly that the feeling is mutual. Ahhhh it all just feels so crazy. Time to start our crazy summer of 21 adventure and participate in Nashville shenanigans. Leggo.
I may be in over my head with this boy. We’ve talked about how it scares both of us that we like each other that much. I told him I was scared because I didn’t want to get hurt. He said he thought about what would happen if he ever hurt me and he couldn’t handle imagining my face. He leaves town for a night and it feels like eons. I don’t think we’ve spent more than a night apart since we started dating. We’ve slowly morphed into “that couple” in a matter of weeks. He used my toothbrush. I can’t handle this at all. I told him I don’t remember what I did to fill my time before I wanted to spend it all with him. He agreed and can’t remember what he did either. I have to go to Memphis this weekend and I’m going to miss him. I don’t know what this summer is going to be like if he doesn’t move back to Nashville and work there. Even then, it’s going to be hard to not be able to see him this much. I don’t want to ween myself off of him but that’s our only choice. Or else we’ll be miserable and missing each other the whole time. When did this all happen? How am I so invested in this boys happiness? Be still my heart.
Literally laying in bed with b on our separate laptops perfectly content, he’s on reddit and I’m tumbling. Sometimes life is pretty good :)
There’s nothing like a good trip to make you feel more in touch with yourself. Seriously. I feel like everytime I trip I end up feeling very disconnected from the people and things going on around me but I am hyper aware of myself and my thoughts and my needs. I like that because I obviously neglect that in my normal day to day and I hate that it takes hallucinogenic drugs to make me more in tune with myself. But today was good. Alas, independence.
I woke up to the sweetest anon message. Totally unsolicited and written from the heart. I don’t even want to publish it because I want to keep it in my inbox and read it over and over again. So this is me saying hi, anon. You made my monday morning and you made me smile a lot. If I really am like Harriet the Spy we should play a guessing game so I can figure out who you are! :)