In 2004 I got a new college roommate. We were in a triple and hoping that it'll stay a double and they'll forget that last one decided to leave us. Well, we got a new roommate who clashed greatly. Next to our pretty pinks and lilacs we had bright orange... like the orange that hunters wear orange. Yeah, not so pretty.
She gave us the flu. My roommate and I had to go home, but the other one stayed the whole time she had the flu and didn't go ANYWHERE. It was awful.
I had one of the funnest Valentine's Day this year too. A good friend of mine was dumped by his girlfriend so he came over, along with a few other friends, and we ate ALL of the chocolates he bought for her. I believe this was the largest amount of chocolate I've had in one sitting.
I learned how to let go of friends. I realized that you can't be so emotionally involved with friends. It was hard, but it's what I had learned.
I went to London for 10 days and had the time of my life. I escaped to France and the Homeland and never wanted to return to college. I was okay with being a college drop out at that point. I figured, if anything, the decision would be justified for my passion of language, culture, and food.
My hallway (plus some others) played a game called Assassin and I nearly won! I was out for the evening celebrating my birthday at a concert & I came back to an anonymous note tucked under my door stating who my attacker will be and that I needed to be ready. I had my squirt gun ready, but I was shot because I was too busy laughing and goofing off in the hallway. darnit.
I worked all summer, knowing that I'd spend a good chunk of time in France. But also to help pay towards items at home. I helped my mom get by, because my dad didn't really help out much or believe that we needed the help. It was hard, but we managed.
I started to retake French courses that fall... I had realized that psychology and I were not getting along and it wasn't meant to be. I also started commuting to school instead of living on campus. It was a long commute, but worth while because I wanted France and other international travels SO BADLY!
This was also the year that my nanny had decided she would move back 'home' (western PA) and be with her family. It had caused some tension because she wasn't receiving the attention she wanted from my mom, brother, and I.
This was the year my brother started to dabble into drugs.
In October of this year I went to go see Mirah with High School Sweetheart and it was hilarious. Hilarious because there were some hardcore feminists in the crowd, other bands playing exuded that, and he was one of a very very very very small handful of males in that crowd. His reaction to realizing that was priceless.
I don't remember many key moments of this year. It wasn't a rough year, but it was challenging in various ways. I started learning more about myself after a year in college. I learned more about friends who I had... friends who I was letting go... and who I wanted to be friends with. (little did I know that I would be going through this again).
I listened to a lot of Mirah, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!, Elliot Smith, Ryan Adams, the Doves, Ok Go, Sleater Kinney, Death Cab for Cutie, more Interpol, Arcade Fire,and the Postal Service.
I read The Lovely Bones, The Sexual Life of Catherine M., and any French literature I could get my hands on. It was a great escape from my horrible psychology reading.
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