playing catch up

i knew it would be all over on thursday. the semester. the whole fall semester is through. i have no idea where the time went or if i had spent it wisely. i feel like i've accomplished a lot without actually doing a thing. things just seemed to fall into place or out of place. i was moving and the things were happening to me. i wasn't making the things happen. i was just an innocent bystander.
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there was a lot of bad luck and miscommunication. lost feelings and then ones i never thought i'd have about anyone again. the best crush ever. there was the 10 day relationship and being lost over thanksgiving. there was a weekend of never-ending snow. there were train rides that i wished lasted forever. ones that reminded me of ian and how i went a whole semester without seeing him. the end of the red line. parties and white russians. my window. actually, knowing what i was doing with my writing. feeling content with the amount of work i was doing. realizing, i'm the worst student ever. interpol and the punk rock flea market. spending over 20 dollars in photobooths. making mix cds. ryan adams overload. missing home. hating home. avoiding europe. understanding professors. falling in love with blues music. drinking more tea. drinking less coffee. not buying new clothes. buying too many cds. finding my trademark -- ribbons worn around my neck. feeding squirrels in the common. the stare down with the boy on the stairs. the best taco salad ever. thai iced tea. new scarves. missing video games. late night phone calls. piss fights with sabrina. selling dick for cock. scottish accents! rangeboy. the thing with the stuff. being completely ricky zero. eric hutchinson. finding my calling: haikus. finding myself. being sappy. not caring. caring too much.

the end. for now. 
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