[my music: James Blunt ~ High]
In one's lifetime, an individual may search for one solitary thing, person or idea to live for. As yet another school year comes to an untimely end, I begin to wonder why anyone in the world would live for anything but their friends and the memories that have been created over the days, the weeks, the months, and even the years. I live for the nights, the days, the times that I'll remember, and those others that I don't ((that's a joke ;P)). My life has become Quinnipiac. My life has become my friends. My life has become me.
Heartache in september gave me a reason to have a bleak outlook. We laughed about bananas, and how sneezes are remarkably like orgasms. Crying in September became commonplace with the loss of fellow students. Bonds between 120 and 130 were created and set in stone early, and we were all ok with that. Midnight Madness and Halloween gave us unbelievable chances to party, and party we did. Halloween also brought about new friends, friends we never thought we'd get this close to. Meeting new people became my life through first semester between all the people here, and New City Condos with Nikki. Fights and bitterness tried to rain on the parade of otherwise happy people. Nicknames brought on special bonds between suities, bonds that i doubt any of us will ever forget. Winter brought ice and snow. Walks in the ice brought about unexpected feelings, snow brought about unexpected bonding. Between blacklight parties and club outings, we found a poorman's love. Second semester brought on something that may be more... may not be. Confusion, desparation, and willingness to settle clouded the vision of those in search for something bigger, but now the oh-so-heavy clouds seem to have parted. I think I may have fallen in love... I didn't think I could, I didn't think I would, but I think that I might have. Hearts can change. My can too. College life is more complicated than most imagine. We're messy, we're spontaneous, we're lazy, we're fun, we're beautiful, we're disasters.
Hope is a good thing. Perhaps the best of things. --Shawshank Redemption
In one's lifetime, an individual may search for one solitary thing, person or idea to live for. As yet another school year comes to an untimely end, I begin to wonder why anyone in the world would live for anything but their friends and the memories that have been created over the days, the weeks, the months, and even the years. I live for the nights, the days, the times that I'll remember, and those others that I don't ((that's a joke ;P)). My life has become Quinnipiac. My life has become my friends. My life has become me.
Heartache in september gave me a reason to have a bleak outlook. We laughed about bananas, and how sneezes are remarkably like orgasms. Crying in September became commonplace with the loss of fellow students. Bonds between 120 and 130 were created and set in stone early, and we were all ok with that. Midnight Madness and Halloween gave us unbelievable chances to party, and party we did. Halloween also brought about new friends, friends we never thought we'd get this close to. Meeting new people became my life through first semester between all the people here, and New City Condos with Nikki. Fights and bitterness tried to rain on the parade of otherwise happy people. Nicknames brought on special bonds between suities, bonds that i doubt any of us will ever forget. Winter brought ice and snow. Walks in the ice brought about unexpected feelings, snow brought about unexpected bonding. Between blacklight parties and club outings, we found a poorman's love. Second semester brought on something that may be more... may not be. Confusion, desparation, and willingness to settle clouded the vision of those in search for something bigger, but now the oh-so-heavy clouds seem to have parted. I think I may have fallen in love... I didn't think I could, I didn't think I would, but I think that I might have. Hearts can change. My can too. College life is more complicated than most imagine. We're messy, we're spontaneous, we're lazy, we're fun, we're beautiful, we're disasters.
Hope is a good thing. Perhaps the best of things. --Shawshank Redemption
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