| This is a horrible shame. Last year when a kid died down the street from me due to a fire, the university went insane with fire code violations and safety hazards across college park. but now with this new death, i am almost positive that the university will do nothing to make people aware. and it is such a big deal - especially among people our age. in the past two year i have known at least three people who have tried to commit suicide. i'm lucky to say that the majority of them failed in their attempts. but one got away RIP Tony G. ................Islands are forever? |
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| for some reason, halloween becomes a turning point in my life every year. i knew this going into it this year, thinking that nothing would happen. but something did. it is so different from what i'm used to that i'm not sure what to expect exactly. i have become used to the idea of physical relationships rather than emotional, and now things have flipped. never have i told one person so many things about myself before, especially in 5 days. and never has there been so much awkwardness and openness between two people at the same time. for instance, tonight,on the roof of Francis Scott Key hall we lay, heads and feet in opposite directions - never touching. both of us clearly afraid to make some sort of move. we remained this way for an hour and a half, talking. but whenever he drives me home he leans in for his strange little kiss goodnight, and i accept of course. but what do they mean? they are the equivalent to a kiss that your grandmother gives you when she leaves your house after thanksgiving dinner. it's not as if we havent progressed beyond these small pecks - saturday is evidence of that. and because of that night i am getting so much shit from my housemates. every morning when i wake up, tom is at my door asking "hey where's ryan?" and shooter constantly badgers me about what ryan and i are doing every night. its awkward to say the least. peter seemed to describe it perfectly by saying "on sunday i woke up and was like, 'hey there's my roomate. and.....there's one of my good friends. thats....cool i guess.'" strangely, for all of peter's ridiculously bizarre antics and desire to make fun of me at all times, he seems to have restrained from the elyse and ryan jokes, unlike everyone else. apparently the only reason they give me such a hard time is because theyre all very excited for us. fiona and emily said that they slightly hate me now because they have secret crushes on ryan, and tom decribed us as being the "perfect couple." but he was drunk. and i can't even see us being a couple. its not like i'm going to call him over thanksgiving break because i miss him. or will i? i dont know. this is weird - its not what i'm used to. but it's also kind of pleasant. |
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| what a night. i don't care if it means i only get to sleep for 3 hours. an evening of cops, broken tables, double-stuff oreos, the velvet underground, hours of amazing conversation and a text message from fiona that said "elyse and ryan sitting in a tree......" things are finally looking interesting.  |
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| what you can learn from not sleeping for 60 hours: - the more you drink, the uglier katie holmes gets - the more you drink, the hotter cillian murphy gets - cakes become infinitely more delicious when you mix in m&ms - dc people are mad HARDCORE - next time i stay awake for 60 hours i will make sure it doesnt rain |
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