Stuck in the Soy City for the summer.

That's all for now.

XOXOXOX
Gossip Girl.

Look at me!
Look at me!

I feel... I feel a little displaced. For the past couple of years probably, nothing has really felt "right."

I'm "home." Although calling the suburbs "home" anymore seems mildly disturbing. But home it remains, at least for the next couple of years. I'm not sure what else to call it. I don't belong here. I don't belong at school anymore either really. I'm just kind of floating. And wherever I float, I'm pretty unhappy. I'm pretty unhappy all the time lately.

No one's fault but mine, right?

The road home was fairly uneventful. Thank goodness. All I needed was another car mishap to make my life complete. I got a flurry of phonecalls regarding hurdles results for my class. It was all very dramatic, and was a nice pick-me-up for the ride home. It all turned out pretty much how we all expected to. Most everyone still remains in the program. So-and-so needs to work a little bit harder, but all together everyone is fine. Fine fine fine. It's nice to know that sometimes. That everyone is fine.

The more I think about it, the less I want to perform. The more I want to write and direct. Then the more I do it, the more I want to perform. It's all so silly, isn't it? I'm getting a tattoo over break sometime. Some should tag along.

I've been sitting in my room by myself nearly the entire time I've been home. Only a handful of hours, but I haven't really seen any of my family yet. That's ok, my presence isn't really all that exciting to anyone around here. I sneaked out of my room for a brief period to watch part of a re-run of Top Chef. I don't have cable in my room.

Even Bravo couldn't cheer me up. It's a shame really, because usually I love nothing more than to snuggle up with a glass of wine and watch one of their reality game shows. They're fascinating really.

I'm in an eternal gloom whenever I come home, and I need to snap out of it fast. I think it's time to drink some more. It may not "help" as is most people define it, but at least it'll replace the mentioned gloom with a different fog altogether.

Stuck in the Soy City for the summer.

That's all for now.

XOXOXOX
Gossip Girl.

Look at me!
Look at me!

I feel... I feel a little displaced. For the past couple of years probably, nothing has really felt "right."

I'm "home." Although calling the suburbs "home" anymore seems mildly disturbing. But home it remains, at least for the next couple of years. I'm not sure what else to call it. I don't belong here. I don't belong at school anymore either really. I'm just kind of floating. And wherever I float, I'm pretty unhappy. I'm pretty unhappy all the time lately.

No one's fault but mine, right?

The road home was fairly uneventful. Thank goodness. All I needed was another car mishap to make my life complete. I got a flurry of phonecalls regarding hurdles results for my class. It was all very dramatic, and was a nice pick-me-up for the ride home. It all turned out pretty much how we all expected to. Most everyone still remains in the program. So-and-so needs to work a little bit harder, but all together everyone is fine. Fine fine fine. It's nice to know that sometimes. That everyone is fine.

The more I think about it, the less I want to perform. The more I want to write and direct. Then the more I do it, the more I want to perform. It's all so silly, isn't it? I'm getting a tattoo over break sometime. Some should tag along.

I've been sitting in my room by myself nearly the entire time I've been home. Only a handful of hours, but I haven't really seen any of my family yet. That's ok, my presence isn't really all that exciting to anyone around here. I sneaked out of my room for a brief period to watch part of a re-run of Top Chef. I don't have cable in my room.

Even Bravo couldn't cheer me up. It's a shame really, because usually I love nothing more than to snuggle up with a glass of wine and watch one of their reality game shows. They're fascinating really.

I'm in an eternal gloom whenever I come home, and I need to snap out of it fast. I think it's time to drink some more. It may not "help" as is most people define it, but at least it'll replace the mentioned gloom with a different fog altogether.

Stuck in the Soy City for the summer.

That's all for now.

XOXOXOX
Gossip Girl.

Look at me!
Look at me!

I feel... I feel a little displaced. For the past couple of years probably, nothing has really felt "right."

I'm "home." Although calling the suburbs "home" anymore seems mildly disturbing. But home it remains, at least for the next couple of years. I'm not sure what else to call it. I don't belong here. I don't belong at school anymore either really. I'm just kind of floating. And wherever I float, I'm pretty unhappy. I'm pretty unhappy all the time lately.

No one's fault but mine, right?

The road home was fairly uneventful. Thank goodness. All I needed was another car mishap to make my life complete. I got a flurry of phonecalls regarding hurdles results for my class. It was all very dramatic, and was a nice pick-me-up for the ride home. It all turned out pretty much how we all expected to. Most everyone still remains in the program. So-and-so needs to work a little bit harder, but all together everyone is fine. Fine fine fine. It's nice to know that sometimes. That everyone is fine.

The more I think about it, the less I want to perform. The more I want to write and direct. Then the more I do it, the more I want to perform. It's all so silly, isn't it? I'm getting a tattoo over break sometime. Some should tag along.

I've been sitting in my room by myself nearly the entire time I've been home. Only a handful of hours, but I haven't really seen any of my family yet. That's ok, my presence isn't really all that exciting to anyone around here. I sneaked out of my room for a brief period to watch part of a re-run of Top Chef. I don't have cable in my room.

Even Bravo couldn't cheer me up. It's a shame really, because usually I love nothing more than to snuggle up with a glass of wine and watch one of their reality game shows. They're fascinating really.

I'm in an eternal gloom whenever I come home, and I need to snap out of it fast. I think it's time to drink some more. It may not "help" as is most people define it, but at least it'll replace the mentioned gloom with a different fog altogether.