Stranger than your sympathy

January 31, 2011

Dear World,

So everything has basically worked out.  My roommate understands, and I haven’t seen her boy toy in a while (perhaps I scared him off?). 

I went home this weekend to pick up my new debit card and to run some errands.  I completely changed my room around, and am excited to do some improvements to it this summer.  Now that my parents are empty nesters they’re starting to renovate the whole house.  Our kitchen is almost done, next are the bathrooms, and then my room.  I think I’m passed the “electric lime” my walls are doused in.. I won’t blame my 12 year old self and the bright phase I went through I suppose.

Oddly enough, even though I had only been back two weeks, I was happy to be home again.  I am REALLY ready to transfer… I mean REALLY.  My best friend here that I met here wants to as well, so we vent to each other and all is right in the world again.

This weekend I get to see two of my best friends from high school which will be nice and we’ll galavant around Boston like the crazies that we are!

I just spent two and a half hours in the library writing a paper.  Christmas break was such a tease, no homeowork for a whole month was beautiful.

This blog is really random today…

Sincerely,

Shea

Free Falling

January 25, 2011

Dear World,

I’ve probably used those lyrics beforem in fact, I know I have, but that is literally what I feel I’m doing right now. 

Firstly, I FINALLY worked up the guts to tell my roommate and her boyfriend that they can’t keep fighting until 4:00 a.m. when I have an 8:00 a.m. and that he can only sleep over on weekends.  I have been the most tolerant roommate anyone could ask for, and enough is enough.  I am done being a door mat.

Secondly, I talked to my academic advisor about transferring.  I assured her that I wanted to stay in Boston, and that going to Northeastern and doing their co-op program would benefit my future.  She’s an awkward woman, but I got through it, and am one step closer to getting the hell out of here.  Fortunately, my best friend here wants to transfer as well, so I don’t feel as though I am completely abandoning her. 

I haven’t seen my roommate all day.  She’s been ignoring me.  We’re so close, but her being an only child she only thinks about herself.  That and the fact that she is super dependent on her boyfriend that it is unhealthy sickens me.  She can’t even do her goddam laundry by herself!

Whatever, this is my life, I’m going to start taking control of it!

Sincerely,

Shea

Dear World,

I’m back at college as of Tuesday and slowly getting into the swing of things.  My classes seem good and the professors as well.  Being at home for a month was exactly what I needed; a break from my monotonous collegiate routine.  Already though I miss my bed and my best friends.  My friends here aren’t like mine back home.  Back home they know my life, they know me.  This college is too small for me, I can’t wait to transfer- 5 minutes down the road.  I love Boston, I don’t like colleges that feel like high school.

Is it selfish to wish to only want to be around those that I love?  There are people here that are too fake for their own good.  Why should it matter that I have no interest in getting “smashed” on the weekends?  Is it a crime that I prefer to go to the North End and eat good food and listen to good music than go to a club?  My true friends love that about me… here they think it is a crime.  Don’t think I’m stuck up.  I love a good glass of wine or getting tipsy with my friends, but doing it with strangers is a whole different ball game.  I have no problem branching out a meeting new people, but these people are not my cup of tea, sans a few people I truly adore here.

I want to live in an apartment here in the city and study the world and people and the environment.  I want to be able to get a cup of tea by myself and work on a paper without anyone staring.  I want my campus to be bigger than seventeen measly acres.  I want out.  I’m so lucky to be getting the fantastic education that I am recieving here, and I won’t take it for granted, but I’m praying this semester goes by fast.  My GPA kicked ass last semester and I’ll do it again.  I can do this.

Sincerely,

Shea