Is it bad I'm almost excited for class to start tomorrow? Granted, my first class isn't until 12:30 and it's ballet (I didn't mention to my dad he's paying $50,000/year for me to be Miss Twinkle Toes), but all in all, I'm kind of tired of losing brain cells and decreasing my GPA with nights of Gossip Girl and painting toe nails. I full-heartedly admit I'm nerdy and actually like getting assignments finished and going to lecture. Judge if you must, but then again you're the one reading this...so don't be too harsh.
The past two non-working days have been nothing short of "phenomenal" as Brit would say. I didn't even realize the extend of how much I missed Boston until I actually got here. I even appreciated the people I'm not particularly close to, or even know their names, but their faces make BU home and I love seeing people I completely forgot about.
Okay this is a serious writing block, what is my problem. I think I lost my edge after oh, say, my first entry this year? I come to Boston and I'm not creative anymore. Damnit.
You know what fashion trend I don't understand? Cigarette jeans. Who looks good in them? No one. No one looks good in cigarette jeans. I will not, can not, refuse to ever understand why girls, or guys for that matter, wear them. Take your money and go buy a pair that actually makes your thighs look less like hams, honestly.
Today I saw a magazine with Obama on the front. Guess what kind of magazine it was. A DOG magazine. And on the inside he was kissing this little 3-legged rescue dog on the head. How adorable is that? I don't think I could absolutely love our president any more now. I really hope he doesn't fuck up in the white house, because I really want to like him.
How did I move from cigarette jeans to Obama?
This is getting ridiculous. I'll write again when I have less suck ass things to say and I can actually sound like an intelligent, coherent person.
So, like, probably never. Totally.
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