All my stuff is packed and ready to go. Dustin came over to help me pack up and clean yesterday. It didn't take as long as I thought. Maybe that's because he was there :P Thanks Dustin! :)

I slept for the last time in 817 Johnson. I will miss that room very much. We shared so many tears, and laughs, and movies, and secrets. It's very big and empty now. It's depressing.

I check out at 4:30 p.m. today, but like my screensaver says: "You can check out anytime you want, but you can never leave" -Eagles, Hotel California

"These are the days
These are days you’ll remember
Never before and never since, I promise
Will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it,
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you
Are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you

These are days that you’ll remember
When May is rushing over you
With desire to be part of the miracles
You see in every hour
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you are touched
By something that will grow and bloom in you

These are days
These are the days you might fill
With laughter until you break
These days you might feel
A shaft of light
Make its way across your face
And when you do
Then you’ll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning
It's true
Then you’ll know how it was meant to be
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking
To you, to you"

-10000 Maniacs


One of my roommates is leaving today. Some people from my floor started leaving last night. At dinner, there was just an awkward silence, when we wanted to speak and say all the things we never told each other this past year. I have to pack up my things tonight, and I check out tomorrow.

Its so odd to live somewhere for a whole year--a place I never thought I would call home--yet this semester I started calling it that. My house and my home, now two different things. I grew attached to this fire hazard of a hall...but most importantly I grew attached to the people I met here. Its ok though, we're all pretty much living in the same building, or if not the same building, across the street, so we will have plenty of good memories ahead of us. We just have to live through three months of summer.

I can finally say that I love Temple University. I don't love the beaurocracy of the place, but its the people that make this place awesome. You never saw that being a commuter for two years. I'm sorry you never got to have this experience, but I'm even more sorry that I let your views cloud my own the first semester.

"Do you like all the simple songs-where you just feed directly off all emotion-Because you know where they've been and where they're going. I'm gonna miss my style-I'm gonna miss all my politics, I'm gonna miss my vegan friends-I'm gonna miss my friends-I'm gonna miss this life, and how I hate every country song-And shallow conversations we have everyday

Hello apartment kitchen where the roaches stay for dinner. Hello cold cold winter when I sleep with my mittens on...if I sleep at all. Hello Charles playing saxophone on the street alone. He told me to keep my head up high when I walked by." -Emme Packer, "Ohio"

Yeah that's how I feel right now. Like I'm saying good-bye to it all. I hate this feeling.

Why is it that people seem to get closer to each other as friends, when they know that time is running out to be together? It makes things so much harder.

I got my haircut today and they didn't cut it short enough. I'm re-dying it tonight. It'll be a little darker than before because I'm tired of people saying my hair is orange when it is "Radiant Ruby". :P


OOO I almost forgot....Funny story my aunt sent me.

Barbara Walters did a story on gender roles in Kabul several years before the Afghan conflict. She noted that women customarily walked about 5 paces behind their husbands.

She returned to Kabul recently and observed that women still walk behind their husbands, but now seem to walk even further back and are now happy with the old custom. Ms. Walters approached one of the Afghani women and asked. "But why do you now seem happy with the old custom that you used to try and change?"

"Land mines," said the woman.

"I see some smart kids shootin heroin at UPENN
and someone got stabbed at DREXEL again
at least that'll never happen at VILLA NOVA
where every girl is super-rich and looks ike anna cournicova
but TEMPLE, we're a little different, so they say
the projects are behind us, but thats ok
the streets may be dirty, we got shitty sanitation
but fuck all yall, an education's an education" -Stolen from Jill's profile

Read above ^^...So true.

I got one more Temple-ism that is on the description of one of my blogrings, "Johnson Hall."

"Middle of the night fire alarms due to incompetent microwave users are our specialty. We go to bed late and wake up early for 8:40 classes (unless we don't go to them). We shower in less-than-spectacular bathroom conditions. We ride in death-trap elevators, and hate when people take them to the third floor. And we cheer for one of the worst college football teams ever! Johnson Hall Rules!"

I will miss it. No really....I will.

Ok, maybe I'm being a baby about this but I need to vent and I am tired of being left out of things on my floor. I know I just made that entry about how much I loved everyone and everything, but there is a small hitch in that and that is that certain people on my floor leave me out of everything they do. Take for example today. I made it known last Friday that I wanted to eat Chinese food at our last Chinese food picnic, but when they came around for orders...no one asked me. So, I wound up going down to the caf and eating by myself.

To make matters worse when I wanted to drown my sorrows in ice cream, there was no soft serve vanilla. I am so pissed and mad right now. I must be PMSing because normally this thing would not bother me. Its just that I took the time to write letters to these people about how much I cared about them, and they can't even include me in on the last thing.

Whatever...fuck it. Its done in four days.

I walked the streets of Philadelphia last night. Mothers with beautiful brown babies taking advantage of the warm night passed me with coaches and toddlers hanging on to the sides. People in convertibles and fast cars drove by fast, gunning their engines, forcing the noise pollution levels to go through the roof. Homeless people walked by bumming for change, and the street revivalists asked me to, "Accept Jesus into my heart." It was a wonderful night, and I thought to myself as I drank it all in, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world than Philadelphia. It's my home."

I am a city girl. I've often been told how much of a city girl I am. Gunshots don't faze me, and I don't skip a beat when homeless people who are forceful in asking for change accost me in the streets. I walk fast and everywhere I go, I want to get there fast. I would never be able to survive anyplace other than a city, with the exception of Arizona. I love Arizona so I guess I could survive in a desert. Hmm deserts and cities. There's a dichotomy if I ever saw one.