I'm so close to being out of here I can taste it. All I want is to leave this town, and leave all the shitty drama and bad attitude behind with it. I'm so ready to grow up and move on and make new friends who will know me for who I am now and not who I once was. I'm ready to cut back on drinking and focus on nothing but what I love to do. Which is probably the most backwards attitude for someone going into their first year of university, but it's so honest. I'm not gonna let drinking or boys or anything distract me from what I'm there for, but at the same time I'm gonna try and put myself out there as much as possible so I can meet as many sweet people as I can. I need this change, it's what I've wanted for so long, so these two weeks better go by FAST.
On a less posi not, I can't sleep again, a state I've gotten pretty used to in the past few years. Apparently every couple of weeks my body decides sleeping isn't an option for a while, but I guess on the bright side it has me filling the nights with trying to find new music. And by new I don't really mean things I haven't heard, but more so albums by bands I already love, or bands friends of mine are into, cause their taste usually parallels my own. Lately I've been spinning the Get Up Kids constantly, plus some Dillinger Four, the Smiths, and always Neutral Milk Hotel. Also a lot more pop punk than usual, namely Fireworks, and Title Fight, plus a whole bunch more, but it's all a bit obvious. Plus, as much as I love music completely, I hate talking about it and comparing bands, so I don't plan on writing a lot about it.
Anyway, another useless post, and a sad attempt to make the night a little less boring. Cool.
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