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I de-friended the last member of a group of people from high school- only a formality, as we never talked anymore. The history of this group and I is complicated with ridiculous drama, but we had good times. We were, before shit hit the fan, very close. They helped make high school, at times, incredibly fun. And sometimes, I will miss them. But we're incredibly different people now, people who can't necessarily even stand each other. With a little distance, it's easy to realize why, and to know that it's time to let that part of my life go. Thank you for everything you introduced me to, every time you made me laugh, every time you made me think. May things be better for you.

I sometimes wish I had more to do up here in Iowa. Next semester will be a good deal busier (‘crazy bussy’), obviously, but this semester has at times bored me to death. I need more friends up here. I LOVE my Writer's Group Homies, but I need to expand. I need pals beyond the people I live with. My classes this semester haven't been very condusive to finding any- giant ass lectures do not equal social opportunities. I also have sat on my ass rather than joining clubs. Which is lame of me. I have to ask Neo (her actual name, which is so pimp) when the GBLT folk meet. She told me, but I can't remember.

I can be so restless and depressed lately. I feel like I haven't been working hard at all, like such a lazy ass, but at the same time, v. drained. I'm really looking forward to getting the hell out of here, but as those of you who know Susan and Kim know, going home is getting out of the frying pan and into the fire. That's why I'm so looking forward to visiting Chicago for a few days- no school/drama, no verbally abusive Kim-beast, just me and someone I love chilling out and having fun with his friends.

Also need to buy new dress in Chinatown- spring-green one does NOT embrace the badonkadonk as might be hoped. Cannot let myself forget to run down and do this.

I am looking forward to a few things about home: Molly, grandma, daddy (somewhat- he'll just nag me to loose some weight or something equally Kieth-y), kelley, Jenny, Megan, Fatima, Kayta (if she'll talk to me), Ameena, Rachel, and other assorted members of ‘teh gang.’ Kind of have urge to see Emily Tailor/Leah Swaney crowd for a night, just see if they're hanging out and chill w/ them a little bit.

In her latest desperate attempt to buy love, mom has suggested taking my sis and I to New York. I like clothes. New York has clothes. I hate her. I adore my family in New York- Janice and Marty and Mimi. I might get to see Sarah, if only for a teensy bit, if I go up, which would rock the casbah in a way nothing has ever rocked it before. If it turned out I could see Vikki and Ruth as well I would believe in Jesus again, but alack, this is probably not to be. So if only to see Sarah, I ab. must go.

This lessens my time to chill with friends from home, though, which sucks, especially as I probably have to leave the 26th to get up to Iowa City for classes on the 27th. If I can find housing. fuck me. Housing. So much to do, so little will to do it.

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I de-friended the last member of a group of people from high school- only a formality, as we never talked anymore. The history of this group and I is complicated with ridiculous drama, but we had good times. We were, before shit hit the fan, very close. They helped make high school, at times, incredibly fun. And sometimes, I will miss them. But we're incredibly different people now, people who can't necessarily even stand each other. With a little distance, it's easy to realize why, and to know that it's time to let that part of my life go. Thank you for everything you introduced me to, every time you made me laugh, every time you made me think. May things be better for you.

I sometimes wish I had more to do up here in Iowa. Next semester will be a good deal busier (‘crazy bussy’), obviously, but this semester has at times bored me to death. I need more friends up here. I LOVE my Writer's Group Homies, but I need to expand. I need pals beyond the people I live with. My classes this semester haven't been very condusive to finding any- giant ass lectures do not equal social opportunities. I also have sat on my ass rather than joining clubs. Which is lame of me. I have to ask Neo (her actual name, which is so pimp) when the GBLT folk meet. She told me, but I can't remember.

I can be so restless and depressed lately. I feel like I haven't been working hard at all, like such a lazy ass, but at the same time, v. drained. I'm really looking forward to getting the hell out of here, but as those of you who know Susan and Kim know, going home is getting out of the frying pan and into the fire. That's why I'm so looking forward to visiting Chicago for a few days- no school/drama, no verbally abusive Kim-beast, just me and someone I love chilling out and having fun with his friends.

Also need to buy new dress in Chinatown- spring-green one does NOT embrace the badonkadonk as might be hoped. Cannot let myself forget to run down and do this.

I am looking forward to a few things about home: Molly, grandma, daddy (somewhat- he'll just nag me to loose some weight or something equally Kieth-y), kelley, Jenny, Megan, Fatima, Kayta (if she'll talk to me), Ameena, Rachel, and other assorted members of ‘teh gang.’ Kind of have urge to see Emily Tailor/Leah Swaney crowd for a night, just see if they're hanging out and chill w/ them a little bit.

In her latest desperate attempt to buy love, mom has suggested taking my sis and I to New York. I like clothes. New York has clothes. I hate her. I adore my family in New York- Janice and Marty and Mimi. I might get to see Sarah, if only for a teensy bit, if I go up, which would rock the casbah in a way nothing has ever rocked it before. If it turned out I could see Vikki and Ruth as well I would believe in Jesus again, but alack, this is probably not to be. So if only to see Sarah, I ab. must go.

This lessens my time to chill with friends from home, though, which sucks, especially as I probably have to leave the 26th to get up to Iowa City for classes on the 27th. If I can find housing. fuck me. Housing. So much to do, so little will to do it.