In response to your concerns...

I am so so sad about graduation. I'm in shock about it. I really just can't believe that it's over...is it? My life isn't changing too much - I'm continuing my studies next year, so I'll still have classes to attend and things to learn. I'm going to be living in Manhattan so I don't need to feel uncomfortable in a strange city. I'm living with one of my best friends, so I don't have to meet awkward new people from Craig's list.

I can and did control those things. But everything around me is changing. Genna is back in Philly and will not come to visit. Mike is looking for work and not school. Tara is moving away. My best friends that are still at Fordham still have to deal with the retarded reprecussions of my birthday party. And dozens of people have left and are not coming back. They're just not.

And I can't stop it. And I still can't stop crying.

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick showing her how to shoot a combo

It's such a beautiful day. I wake up and see that it is sunny and warm, so I put on my favorite green and white VS dress and little heels and go outside to clear my head for a little while before going to work in the office for a few hours.

But then, on my way out, the city has turned on me. It's pouring. It's thundering and lightning and I can't see out my window. The sky opened up and everyone is crying. And I'm crying. Because it's not as it seemed. It was supposed to be beautiful and happy and perfect.

But it's not. It's wet and scary and everything's wrong.

Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink 'cause she can't shoot wiskey

helloooooooo

It's been so so long and I don't even have the time to be doing this now, but I feel a sense of urgency to get something in here :)

It's been a fun two weeks. I got my official letter of acceptance to John Jay! Yeh, I really do have a future now! And that also means I have to go apartment hunting...I will most likely be living with Leah and/or Gabby which is pretty awesome.

I hung out with Vicky last weekend! I haven't seen that hotty in like 4 months, so that was fun. We had a lot of catching up to do and after several drinks and hours of discussion, we've arrived at a fabulous conclusion...boys suck. So true.

My 22nd birthday came and went! Well, I'm calling it 21, part 2, because I really see no point in being any older than 21. The prom was pseudo-successful. We had a BLAST, all the important people came - even Kristen :) It was a super dance fest in fun dresses. (ps, I wore my Sweet 16 dress, totally still fit.) It was only a pseudo-success, because my bosses found out about the party (which, btw, was in Astoria) and they've threatened to fire us for drinking with underage people. Forgive me, I invited my friends and while some of them are not 21, we were in fucking Astoria, not my apartment. So Stupid!

More to come, I promise! As soon as final papers and such are DONE!!!!!