early morning
my eyes opened and i turned to look at my clock. 3:11 am. i laid there for three more hours before getting up. strangest kind of jet-lag…
my eyes opened and i turned to look at my clock. 3:11 am. i laid there for three more hours before getting up. strangest kind of jet-lag…
i told him i needed to talk to him and he smiled. he knew what it was about and told me to meet him in his office. he called me “larissa” and then we both laughed — i guess it’s my school name. we sat down and he made some joke that i didn’t get,… Continue reading my answer
i left with two suitcases and brought one to the school. the other is somewhere between syracuse and friedrichshafen (they aren’t really sure about the location at this point), but that’s okay. i’m here and am in need of a nap and shower so even though i was going to sit here and write something… Continue reading here
the washer is still running, two pairs of pants are still missing (i must look in sister’s drawers tomorrow), pictures refused to be burned onto cd’s, i have two suitcases perfectly filled (i wonder how i’ll manage to bring everything home since i have two boxes at school), and i’m exhausted. yes, another late night.… Continue reading my plans
she’s asleep beside me while i, once again, stay up too late all because you dear people want pictures of our crazy night (sorry, i don’t even have that many). while you all still talk about that, i can only think of one thing: tomorrow i pack and the next day i fly away. again.… Continue reading warning: another rather pointless entry
i’m old enough that i come home for christmas. weird. i’ve spent the last day pouring over my mumsie’s yearbook looking at 70’s fashion. i found out that what my mom wore as a senior in high school resembles my wardrobe all too closely. weird. i’ve watched Devil Wears Prada twice in the last week… Continue reading weird
there are five extra bodies (actually, six) sleeping here tonight. those from the yellow house down the street decided to stay here for a “sleepover” of sorts. it’s not the kind where you stay up all night giggling about cute sixteen-year-old boys and it’s definitely not the kind where everyone gets facials (although a certain… Continue reading
i know what i’m going to do with the rest of my life. i know, it’s amazing — i’ve finally figured it out! and i’m so excited. i’ll continue living the way i do now. i’ll keep living off my parents saving account and purchasing things i can’t afford. i won’t ever think of getting… Continue reading my dream
i’m here. i’m home. surrounded by the people dearest to me. and for the first time, i don’t really feel like writing. why would i when the people i write for are right here with me? i’ll just let you know that i love my home, i love our christmas decorations, i love my tree,… Continue reading
once again i bundled myself up, determined to finish my shopping. have i told you how much i hate christmas shopping? i thought i would love it, but after this past week i’ve decided that there is nothing more frustrating and stressful. i can never find the right thing or it’s too expensive or it’s… Continue reading shop till you drop