I touched base with an old friend, the first boy to ever see me cry... It was one tear - and I'm not sure if it actually fell. I wore a lot of black in high school and refused to cry in front of anyone. I still wear a lot of black and refuse to cry in front of anyone...but I digress... "You gotta love the cards that we were dealt," he says. We are both starving journalists now...only he is one full time and I am not. I am jealous.
I'm tired and pissed that my school is the only school to stay open in this god-forsaken winter weather that is paralyzing the Midwest.
I am extremely pensive. But I am also extremely busy. I will be sharing a lot more very soon. Maybe even some pics. You never know. I might just get crazy.