Sonya tells me that I should move to Richmond at least by next summer sometime.
It feels good that you at least matter in someone's life.
Even if people claim she's a sociopath.
But I feel like I can't leave Linds and Tory behind. I think right now, they matter to me most, aside from the usual kinks we could have... :\ Sigh. Sonya's also working at a Walden Bookstore, now. That's one of the things I love about working at bookstores - you can pretty much dress however you wish (for instance, Sonya's faded Batman shirt and kahkies :P) and it feels like bookstores have a better enviroment.
Tim basically tells me he wants to be wtih me again. But knowing him, I don't know, I think he's just telling me shit that I just "want" to hear. I don't know if I could be happy with him again.
I'd also like to go to VCU. I heard mostly chicks go there and a lot of doods try to pick up dates and hit on them there. But that's not my reason for wanting to go there, ROFL. It's an art school, a university at that, so it would probably be a while before I even try going into that school.
I noticed how everyone is going to school, now. It kind of makes me feel left out, Rofl. I bet college life is sexy. And I wonder if my friends from high school will go to Northeast like we all used to talk about. I seem to be referring to the olden days a lot lately. I guess because the past is like my solace; a big chunk of my life that still holds the old me and old, close friends.
It just feels like shit's drawing apart for me.
I should talk to Linds about this. Because I'm sure she's been feeling the same for quite some time, now.
I'm going to try to head into school around maybe the spring time. It feels too late to head into school in the winter time (but we'll see.) I also need to get the license and car. >_< Without those things, I feel kind of incapable of even going to college, or moving for that matter, Rofl. I just wonder if college life would even be the same as high school, but without its assholes. But who knows. :\

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