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Oct. 9th, 2005

Perhaps it's a jumble of emotions and hormones and estrogen gone wild...but I cried no less than three times during "Grey's Anatomy" and it wasn't tears...it was the shaky, upset, overwhelmed crying. Needless to say it was a good episode. And in a side note, Alex is just the kind of jackass that I would fall for. I need better taste in men.

I have a test tomorrow morning at 9:30am, and then I'll either be going to Disney World or meeting my mom and aunt for shopping and lunch. A Monday ritual...and you all wish your "Monday rituals" would include Disney World. I should study, but after watching an emotionally-packed Grey's Anatomy...but feeling jilted due to commercials and a 42-minute time restraint, I feel the need to watch some 2:30+ hour-long epic tear-jerker. I'd say "like Titanic or Pearl Harbor" but that's cliche. So instead, I'll probably go to bed without the sweet release of bawling to a chick-flick.


I want to be back home already.

But my sisters Cici and Emily will be down here for my 21st Birthday in just 26 days. Then Cici and her kids will be back down for Thanksgiving in 43 days. And then! Winter Break...I'll be back in Illinois for 3 full and glorious weeks in about 65 days.

It's going to be a long 3 years until I graduate. Why can't I be happy with my life?


Oct. 10th, 2005 01:59 pm (UTC)
ah the ramblin'
Dearest Gailness, you could never bum me out more, because you'd just be sympathizing with me, letting me know you're in the same boat; if we're both bummed a little and in a boat full of holes, there's no one else I'd love to share the bailin'-out bucket with.

Of course you aren't the only person I miss. If that were true, I'd be a creepy crazy stalker type, and I'm not. I miss other people too, it was just that this weekend I missed you in particular; why the fuck would I miss Patty, for instance, while drinkin wine in Bordeaux? Wouldn't make any sense, so I missed you instead.

I understand completely what you mean about the excitement of being like, Hey, I know you! It was weird, even last night when we got off the train at Lux-city station, there were other kids from their own travels back waiting for the same train back out to the suburbs and we were all like Hi! How was your weekend??, and it was sort of like running into Ali at O'Hare, except I just know these people, and I love Ali....

Home is where the heart is, but the heart gets connected up to a place. I love being able to drive through Deerfield and be able to say, Oh that's where X happened, and when I was 5, that's where I met so-and-so. There's no other place that will be quite as concentrated with people and places that I love and that are imprinted on my heart. What're you going to do? Even if you're like, D-town blows...

So, love you too. Bises!

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