Realization: Thank god I would never want to get a sleeve tattoo, because if I did my INCREDIBLY HAIRY ARMS would probably cover up whatever stupid design I decided to display on my skin. Tattoos can hide skin, but they can't hide Italian and Greek ancestry.
Also, I just taught my phone how to spell "Ghirardelli."
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
november
This is the point in the semester when I wish I was on co-op. I'm going through the process now, and I am so anxious to know what I am going to do for the first six months of 2010. I would compare the process of getting a co-op to applying to college when you were in high school.
I may end up in New York for co-op which will be simultaneously amazing and terrifying. It's funny because I've been wanting to leave Boston for a while after living here year round for the past couple of years, and now that I have the possible opportunity to leave I'm hesitant.
Our school is interesting because it's possible not to see people for six months because you are on opposite co-op schedules. I'm not talking about people I know, but just people who I see around and recognize. It doesn't hit me until I'm crossing Huntington Ave, and look up and BAM, "Whoa, there's that kid!...Haven't seen them in a while..." I won't even know it was a person I recognized until I see them. Writing it out, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but I seem to recognize people and remember them for a longer period of time than others. It's a flaw of mine. I say it's a flaw because it has never really benefited me in anyway, it just makes me seem creepy. Yes, I remember your face if you lived in my hall freshman year. Yes, I remember you if we had that class together that one time. YES, I even remember you if we talked once during the first week of college when everyone was walking around and talking to each other because we were trying to make friends with anyone. Yeah, I know you don't know who I am. Yes, I told you I was creepy.
Advanced Writing is the worst class of my semester. It should be my bag -I like to write! If I put effort in and care, I'm sometimes good at it. Not for this class. It has been a struggle every step of the way. Every assignment, extremely annoying. This class should be easy for me, but I honestly don't care.
In the past month I have been spending a lot of time in the South End because of different, random events. I hope to continue visiting there. An ideal situation would be to take walks in the neighborhood on either Saturday or Sunday mornings, but we both know I'll just be sleeping late anyway.
I may end up in New York for co-op which will be simultaneously amazing and terrifying. It's funny because I've been wanting to leave Boston for a while after living here year round for the past couple of years, and now that I have the possible opportunity to leave I'm hesitant.
Our school is interesting because it's possible not to see people for six months because you are on opposite co-op schedules. I'm not talking about people I know, but just people who I see around and recognize. It doesn't hit me until I'm crossing Huntington Ave, and look up and BAM, "Whoa, there's that kid!...Haven't seen them in a while..." I won't even know it was a person I recognized until I see them. Writing it out, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but I seem to recognize people and remember them for a longer period of time than others. It's a flaw of mine. I say it's a flaw because it has never really benefited me in anyway, it just makes me seem creepy. Yes, I remember your face if you lived in my hall freshman year. Yes, I remember you if we had that class together that one time. YES, I even remember you if we talked once during the first week of college when everyone was walking around and talking to each other because we were trying to make friends with anyone. Yeah, I know you don't know who I am. Yes, I told you I was creepy.
Advanced Writing is the worst class of my semester. It should be my bag -I like to write! If I put effort in and care, I'm sometimes good at it. Not for this class. It has been a struggle every step of the way. Every assignment, extremely annoying. This class should be easy for me, but I honestly don't care.
In the past month I have been spending a lot of time in the South End because of different, random events. I hope to continue visiting there. An ideal situation would be to take walks in the neighborhood on either Saturday or Sunday mornings, but we both know I'll just be sleeping late anyway.
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