Dear Bluelight,
I am alive. Bored, but alive. I am sane again, and am doing as well as expected.
Finally, I am getting new glasses and will begin driving again. Florida is ridiculously docile as far as night life goes. Don't want to wake grandma... And you can't get anywhere without a car. I miss Boulder, immensely. I miss the parties, The Beta (my stomping grounds of glamor), and the over-all relaxed and considerate nature of my friends and comrades.
I am uncertain to whether it is the sun, the water, the limestone, or other explanation to which the social nature of Floridian folks is down right retarded. I have had few intellectually challenging conversations outside of my mother (a member of Mensa) and a few polka dotted occurrences at random.
I am a bit of a prisoner at my parents home. No where to go, to be, and lackage of transportational opportunity (one car 4 people). I have one friend, locally, which when he has off from work we get f00bared on oc, roxy, ish or whatever.. decent, but not sustainable nor something i do every week. Projectile vomit from over-doing it has be noted, and should be avoided. I am not one that likes to stealth vomit, nor explain why the washer is running at 4 in the morning. Thankfully, there are lots of canals, and make excellent puking receptacles. Temporary temperance to my bordem, hopefully my financial aid appeal will be approved so I can continue my degrees in january. I am not certain what I would do if I am not approved...This deeply concerns me, as I have learned much, gained perspective and numerous insight to the last two years.
All I got is time on my hands, which lends itself to heaviness of thoughts, and realizing my sadness. Tons of self criticism and seeing how I could have avoided my mistakes or not... you know what I mean.
I really need positive things in my life right now, and pray my 2 page Reinstate-me requiem, ergo; I am way more awesome now and have my shit together and wont screw up again because I am no longer in a messy relationship and finally have a plan while actually growing the fuck up -paper to the appeals board is approved
I am alive. Bored, but alive. I am sane again, and am doing as well as expected.
Finally, I am getting new glasses and will begin driving again. Florida is ridiculously docile as far as night life goes. Don't want to wake grandma... And you can't get anywhere without a car. I miss Boulder, immensely. I miss the parties, The Beta (my stomping grounds of glamor), and the over-all relaxed and considerate nature of my friends and comrades.
I am uncertain to whether it is the sun, the water, the limestone, or other explanation to which the social nature of Floridian folks is down right retarded. I have had few intellectually challenging conversations outside of my mother (a member of Mensa) and a few polka dotted occurrences at random.
I am a bit of a prisoner at my parents home. No where to go, to be, and lackage of transportational opportunity (one car 4 people). I have one friend, locally, which when he has off from work we get f00bared on oc, roxy, ish or whatever.. decent, but not sustainable nor something i do every week. Projectile vomit from over-doing it has be noted, and should be avoided. I am not one that likes to stealth vomit, nor explain why the washer is running at 4 in the morning. Thankfully, there are lots of canals, and make excellent puking receptacles. Temporary temperance to my bordem, hopefully my financial aid appeal will be approved so I can continue my degrees in january. I am not certain what I would do if I am not approved...This deeply concerns me, as I have learned much, gained perspective and numerous insight to the last two years.
All I got is time on my hands, which lends itself to heaviness of thoughts, and realizing my sadness. Tons of self criticism and seeing how I could have avoided my mistakes or not... you know what I mean.
I really need positive things in my life right now, and pray my 2 page Reinstate-me requiem, ergo; I am way more awesome now and have my shit together and wont screw up again because I am no longer in a messy relationship and finally have a plan while actually growing the fuck up -paper to the appeals board is approved
