the sun is up the sky is blue

im here, where things are wonderful...not missing boston in the slightest. kind of missing my friends though, even though they are shady and lame about 75% of the time. yeah, this is fun. i have a new car and nowhere to drive it to. this is a problem.
im kinda glad matt broke it off because otherwise i would be sitting on the phone rigth now listening to my drunk boyfriend in massachusetts. massachusetts sucks anyways and there is definitely a reason they are called massholes.
so if you wanna hang out call me...i'll probably hang out with you

so i have no idea what to do with my life. boston or la? matt or no matt? home or lisa's/ the hojo? so many questions and NO answers.
i decided im not going to discuss this with my parents until i have the keys to my new car in my hand and i have worked off the money i spent doing laundry as well getting the keyed-side of my car repainted. christ, why am i always the retarded one? at least i can work for like 9 months, which equals a lot of clothing at rugby.
FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK

ok so now im thinking of coming back to bu in the spring. i took a leave for fall, but things have been altered slightly.

advice?

i fucking hate all of my friends here
not one of them came to my marathon monday party, and half of them didn't even call me back.

what horrible thing did i do to deserve this?

so i'm watching fast times at ridgemont high.
i know that the rumor about this movie being based on redondo is, well, a rumor, but every time i watch it, i get kinda sad. back then, we didn't know any better. we didn't know the real meaning of heartache, betrayal. we were so naive.

i thought he really loved me. i was so wrong. i just can't believe that i led myself to believe in him for so long. he was always an ass. he still is an ass. he always will be. i just hope that one day he'll finally get it, for his own sake.

its my turn to learn to be me, without nick. the time has come. there is no turning back.

i have the stomach flu
nick has a mystery illness
this is not a good week for us
in sorta better news, i hope that i will be able to keep down the ridiculous amounts of chocolate and hard boiled eggs i will be eating this weekend in the DCizzle. it's so unfortunate that my fabulous hillel meal was not even given the chance to be digested.
this sucks.






........i've never felt so lonely while there are so many people around me

ok so they are filming this retarded movie at bu.
people who go to bu are retarded. they act like movies are real life that happens to be caught on film. the trucks are all parked in a parking lot right next to all of my classes and it takes and extra 5 minutes to walk a block because people who go to bu are rubberneckers. i've never heard so many supposedly intelligent people saying things like "the whole thing is so cool. its like magic at bu". yes, lj-reading public, that is a direct quote from some girl in my dining hall. you can't even go to the gym because they are filming in there so everybody decides to go to the gym and they reach fire capacity. yeah, a gigantic gym reached fire capacity. stupid stupid stupid. the funniest(?) part is that half of these people claim that they are film majors and that this is just so great. yeah, and i'm the pope's ass. the reality is they are filming here because it was supposed to be at mit but mit didn't agree with the ethics presented in the plot ( this is the film adaptation of that book those mit kids wrote about card counting in vegas).
call me cynical, jaded, whatever: these people need to grow up and realize that nothing is real on tv or in the movie theater.
maybe i'm just pissed because i grew up in this world of "magic" and i know that it's not all it's cracked up to be.
i need to move back to where i belong.
i belong in los angeles.

this is how I feel about life right now


not even I know how to describe it
got to go. papers to write. sleeping to do. packing to do. plane tickets to buy. why why why

ps: BU turned my internet off because they claim I was compromising BU security... more like SUCKurity. after much yelling on my part and my mom calling the dean, they turned it back on. bitches.

home sweet home
i am in complete heaven
i never want to go back to boston. boston sucks.
i will edit this entry to be more explicit when i'm at work tomorrow

its 40 degrees!!!!!! imagine me jumping for joy because thats what i'm doing. it's humid though, which is disgusting. speaking of disgusting, lets talk about boston. with the recent increase in temperature/snow aka slush, my walk to class each morning is punctuated by the lovely aroma of...TRASH. there is nothing i hate more than the smell of trash, a fact that you know know if you didn't before. smelly smells are not my cup of proverbial tea. in fact, they are the reason that i chose bu over nyu, a choice i'm coming to regret. actually, i'm really regretting not staying where i belong, a little place we like to call the westside. the south bay may suck sometimes, but nothing compares with shitty public transportation that people claim is amazing and therefore use CONSTANTLY, trash, cigarette smokers in every possible nook, and a ridiculously hard to understand state lottery.
so.... here's my advice to all of you who haven't left yet: don't ever leave la, or at least california. the rest of the country is a lot more fucked up than you'd like to believe, and the "culture" that everyone is supposed to be up to their ears in can be experienced in a simple vacation. and all this coming from the art history/prelaw/painting major who wanted to leave so badly. the people here are as fake as the ones at home, just more critical and forced to wear outerwear for 9 months of the year (most of which is truly unfortunate, i might add).
why so pessimistic? yes i've met some great people that i'm really happy to know and will make an effort to know for the rest of my life, but the cons greatly outweigh the pros. you should be happy to be at college, not indifferent. to make matters worse, i'm coming home in 7 days. picture this: i, the notorious procrastinator, packed my bags for break TWO WEEKS AGO. yeah, that's how bad it is

hey kids!
how's life? so i haven't made a serious post in a while, and i'm having an insomniac week so here goes.
first of all i moved to a suite. i have 2 fabulous roommates and things are peachy keen. but what would livejournal be for if not to gripe about life? i'll get to the ick in a minute...i'm coming home in 8 days. i honestly couldn't be more excited. i never thought i would hate boston so much. school is okay, but i'm pretty bored. i need to get like more than one a this semester to a) go to la for an internship next spring semester aka avoid the extreme cold, and b) transfer to ucla. good news- i got an a on a paper for a class in which the paper is half of the grade. in other tellings, i'm apparently thermostat+radiator retarded because i can't get the heat to go off and its 95 degrees in here, no joke. i have the window open and its 25 degrees outside. speaking of jokes, i'm broke off my ass. spending my own money on groceries was a bad choice...as usual, at least to those of you who don't rely solely on this stupid thing to tell you how my life is going, nick and i are playing our retarded games. if i still lived in la, we would be together, but i don't so there you go. life is life. its not like we aren't like destined to be with one another whether we like it or not. in fact, if you plan to find me march 9th, you'll have to find nick, as i will be with him, being the retard i am. if you like drinking beer/shitty shitty SHITTY vodka, watching nick play video games and then getting kicked out of the room every half hour or so, this is gonna be your kind of party. celina is going to shoot me.
so, i'm done. unlike palmer, i don't have any philosophical polaroids to show you because there is nothing polaroid worthy in the entire state, or should i say commonwealth, of massachusetts. yes, they call it a commonwealth. don't ask me why, people here baffle me to the utmost degree. all my pictures involve excessive drinking, and sometimes curlers and foilage from center pieces/other shit i like to steal from the dining hall/restaurants.

farewell my amigos...i'll see some of you soon

in the words of my man Billy Joel, "I'm moving out"
to a different room in a different building
it just got to be too much. i cant live with a psycho. example: its 2 am and she is sitting at her computer playing with a lighter, headphones in and basically doing all in her power to make sure i cant get to sleep.
AMAZING
so glad im trading this for a roommate with the herbal connection. yes yes y-e-s

get me out of this hell hole

this is how sad my life is
i have become obsessed with Rob and Big
sad

do we make a good team?
leave me your thoughts


ps: if youre confused, see the previous entry. if you still dont get it then i have no use for your input

same shit
same boy
year number 4
zig would ring my neck

dont really know how i feel abotu all of this
its a little overwhelming
there are too many of them, and in typical boy fashion they are all too indecisive
she is here too much for my liking
i dont wanna move but i may
i really wanna go home and see all of my friends

say what? i saw bob dylan?
yeah, now stick that one in your pipe and smoke it

oy vey

ooooh parties
sometimes its good to sleep with a kid in the house i guess
you'll always get in