Grainy

I decided to start packing today and I realized that I needed some pictures for my dorm and albums. I printed some out and I really love the way they look. I scanned them back onto the computer. The color is a little funny now, but here they are:



My favorite. This was before Jo and Rachel's wedding. It is also before our zoo adventure. Not our best idea. The zoo in January. Burrr. HEY MONKEY!




Old, but wonderful. We look so foreign. I love it!




Graduacion! I like heem.




Inesse in the yard.





New Jersey family. Maggie is the cutest baby ever.




Tommy. Metropolitan. Love.




Not one of mine, but I like it. Deanna and I at the train station.


After Mary and Tay Tay's comments on my facebook page, I am exhilarated about heading back to Winthrop. I haven't been too social this summer, so I'm going to try and make up for it at school..

I'm addicted to bandanna wearing.

I think I may go see the counselor at school. I've never felt the need to see one until this year. It can't hurt to go and talk, right? It might even be helpful.

I want to work in a huge library in a city. I really think that's where I'm heading and I'm all for it. I love cities. Their stink and their people and their food and their noises. I could be happy.

Some days I feel like I don't know anything. Today is one of those days.

I feel like giving up. Often.

I hate they way my mind processes things.

If I said I was depressed, no one would believe me.

But I am.

Found

I have been thinking about getting a tattoo for a while. I have too many ideas for one though. I'm such a chicken, I probably wouldn't do it. I was about to document my tattoo ideas, when I came across a page in my notebook. It contained three paragraphs and an excess of scribbles.

1. The noise was a familiar one. One that encompasses my being during the summer days. As I lay on the lumpy, previously flea-ridden mattress, under a small green blanket, I heard a sound that made my body go rigid. The simple, crisp sound of a page being turned.

2. Heavy lids and disappointment led me to my temporary bed. The room was humid and cornered by plants, some being of the plastic species, placed in large, ornate pots, made to look weathered. What few possessions I desired to surround myself with were piled around the worn and aging furniture, strewn in a fashion that appeared chaotic, yet not a single item was misplaced.

3. He was of the hermit breed. Living in isolation, only to associate with others when necessary and seldom out of pleasure. He occupied his days with memories and mysteries while sipping tea and observing the creatures of the city. In his working life he played a shopkeeper, and sold his smiles and novels to passing customers. He mostly communicated through nods and gestures to keep up his solitary disposition, never wanting to become too familiar with another being.


yadda yadda I was robbed. I have most of my things back in order though, so I feel a bit better about the whole thing. I have a meeting with the teeth surgeons next week :/ I'm nervous.

Books save my life. They keep me sane and my thoughts don't stray.

I'm fucking tired of hilton head and most of the people here. mehmehdramameh. I'm ready to learn again. Actually, I'm pretty proud of how stimulated I kept my mind this summer. I like to research random things that I come across. I also like reading about serial killers.
I'm currently reading The Alienist. It takes place in the 19th century and is about a series of child prostitute murders.




My iPod came in today! Unfortunately, by the end of summer I will be out about 400$. Yay for robbery and smashing windows!