and i'm back. geez, it's freezing in here. i'm in my dorm room. the windows don't close all the way for some strange reason, and they haven't turned on the heat yet. so i'm a bit frosty right now. i know there's no point in calling housing to fix the windows because by the time they do, the heat will be turned on and we'll be keeping the windows open anyway. another reason to love rutgers: they raised housing and tuition this semester. one of the reasons for raising housing costs: increased fuel prices. well, let's think about this one here. i would not be surprised if they had the thermostats cranked to about 90 degrees. the only way to keep from roasting your ass off is to keep the windows open. i mean, it could be 30 degrees and snowing outside and you gotta keep your window at least cracked. i never use my comforter in the winter because it's so warm. it's crazy. but now i'm freezing, which sucks because that means i'm gonna be cold when i get to band today instead of half way through it. dammit. i love that word. it's so convienient. and i've sooo forgotten how to spell stuff. so what's on the agenda for this weekend? well, i'll be chillin with people tonight, and then there's another fun filled football game tomorrow. at least we're not guaranteed to get our asses creamed this weekend. geez, our first two matchups were Miami and Virginia Tech. Not only did we get spanked, we got shut out in our home opener. Ouch. seriously. well, i'm out again, dearies. take care of yourselves and each other....and love yourself. cause if you don't love yourself, how the hell are you gonna love someone else? (bonus points to those who can name the 2 talk shows those quotes are from) bye babes!
Dear Dad, Who knows why I'm putting this in my ancient blog? Why I'm posting it to the internet. Shouting into the void and simultaneously preserving this forever. I guess it's the easiest way to get my thoughts down. Typing can be easier than writing, and it helps me get the words out faster without editing myself. I think about you every day, and I feel like I have more questions than answers, Something moved me to fire up the blog and write, so here I am. It's been a little over seven months since you've been gone. Thinking about the days and months and years leading up to that point feel like a temporal version of the Stations of the Cross. I don't know where the Beginning of the End actually sits in that timeline, but Christmas feels like a good starting point. The last Christmas that we all spent together. Did the tree fall down at all that year? If it didn't, was it a sign that we missed? My birthday dinner in Newark: Mom usually covers the check,...
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