| ohmy. i really screwed up my settings. anyhow..
new: supernova_quiet |
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| i want to change my xanga name. for real.
any suggestions? |
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| have i mentioned lately how lucky and happy i am? i'm not trying to be a jerk to anyone out there, reading this, hoping i am having as bad a day as they are. nothing has even happened yet, except a shower, eating cereal, cutting out a newspaper review of the soco/story of the year concert, alex leaving, and saying goodbye to my mom. i think it's the christmas season slowly approaching that always puts me either in a very down, lonely mood, or a happy, did-i-tell-you-i-love-you-lately? mood. i love the christmas spirit. i can't wait to find gifts for my family and make cards. ...and this year has been going really well so far. it's hard, but in a good way, school-wise. and i feel slightly more like i belong there. it's never perfect, but it's nice nonetheless. and i am finding more friends who are like me, which i think is somewhat hard to come by (and hardly put up on a pedestal in the teenage-world). and i guess i am iffy-ish certain on what i want to do and where next year, but you know, i can always transfer. st. joe's isn't absolutely perfect, but i'd love to go there. the more i think about it, it's just better for me than the rest. it's medium-sized, has a fantastic business school AND art school they will allow me to dual in, is close (which means people might actually come to visit me *hint hint*), has a kick-ass basketball team, katy kiefer is there, and there are 39048209384 things and people to see in philadelphia. so maybe come next fall, i'll be there. and maybe the year after that, my best friend might go up to boston or new york, like i think he might (i could be wrong, ofcourse), but that doesn't mean we still can't be best friends. i'd love to, and i think we can do it. it's so far off, though, that i don't want to worry about it now, when i'm still here, and he's still an 8-minute drive away. so maybe he outright refuses to go see gavin degraw with me, but i still love him anyways. |
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| i wish my life was like the ending of good will hunting or the middle of a walk to remember. |
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