Less talking, more doing.

It's gonna be a great year.

Goodbye, Boston College.

I wish that it was possible to just never upset anyone... ever.
Ew, right?

Also, you know that a group of girls is way too loud and obnoxious when you can hear them giggling and squealing.. while you have headphones in... listening to Flogging Molly.

Um.

I don't want to get stuck.

I hope you are pleased to hear that after a long, difficult year of downloading, I finally possess the Midnight Soul Collection.

Yes.

Things I Hate About Communal Bathrooms:
1. Whoever insists on playing Christian music on the boom box (yes, someone left one in there) constantly, and refuses to shut it off when they leave. Really, I don't need to be hearing about how the Lord is my savior while I'm taking a dump. Just sayin'.
2. My toothpaste got taken out of my shower bin. What the hell? Who steals toothpaste?
3. The fact that BC doesn't feel the need to really clean much over the summer, even though my floor is pretty full of people.

Ew. Ew ew ew.

Also, other things I realized this weekend, in no particular order: While I hate being alone in the dorm, I enjoy leaving to be alone. Boston Common is not a good place to go to expect to read if you're easily distracted--but peoplewatching is entertaining... though my family fights enough, so I really don't need to see anyone else bickering at each other in public. It's funny to see people fight, and then see them get angrier because they're fighting in public--thereby making more of a scene. Families are strange. People who can't just watch nature frustrate me. I am more entertained by watching animals interact than most other things. At this rate, I will never finish On the Road because I keep getting distracted by the little things that book is making me look at more and more. I still need a vacation. I miss being with certain people, and I still feel disoriented. I can only control so many things.

I have finally come to the conclusion that it is probably a very wise decision for me to move away from Massachusetts when I graduate. Far, far away.

Time to legitimately get my shit in order (I hope, scheduling willing). See you on the other side.

I have never been so sad, and yet so happy at the same time. Happy for you.

I'm going to miss everyone so, so much. Please tell me things won't change too much. I love you.

I have slept like... 13 hours in 3 days. I plan to wake up at 10 to run/do work. I hate myself.

I. Can. Do. Anything.

I never realized how much animosity there is between qualifying Boston Marathon runners and charity runners/"bandits". It's pretty depressing, actually. I mean, I doubt I'll ever be able to qualify, but why can't I run? The roads will be crowded regardless, and I doubt I'll be "stealing" anyone's Gatorade considering I'll be behind all the qualifying people. I don't think I shouldn't be able to say "I ran Boston" just because I didn't qualify. I'm still doing it. Plus, I'm doing it for charity...
I need to stop losing faith in myself and stop freaking out. The adrenaline will keep me going.

I really do not enjoy feeling like I don't have enough skills, or not the right ones, or I'm not good at whatever is necessary, or or or... whatever. I just have to work harder.

I really just want to run away and have an adventure. I want to do something spontaneous and reckless. I want to get away from everything and stop being so routinized.
Too bad I can't really just run away from school.

21 miles later, I think I may be able to complete the marathon. Heartbreak may end my life, but we'll see about that...
It's gonna take me like 5+ hours, though, so all you BC fools better stay outside and watch me, or I'll cry.

Dear God,
I may actually be convinced you do exist, seeing as my two favorite bands, Pearl Jam and Ted Leo and the Pharmacists are playing a show together at the Tweeter Center on June 30th. Suddenly my life has improved about a billion times over. Thank you, thank you oh so very much (as long as I get tickets).

Love,
KD

EDIT: My fan club membership expired on the 15th, 4 days before I needed it to be current to be eligible for the presale. Suddenly my faith has diminished.

Miscommunicating sucks. Also, being a pansy and not being able to talk to your friends and roommates is foolish. I really do think, though, that a lot of good can come from this, and I can actually do something better with myself.
Positive thinking? What?!