well summer has officially started.  i put my two weeks in at acmore and im working at doc's too i have no weekend b/c of all the working i will be doing, and when i start waitressing i will never have a weekend.  it seems emily works every night.  When will i get a chance to hang out with my friends i have no idea.  I have been so bored lately.  I need my license i guess im to lazy to get it.  or maybe its not that i just need a damm drivers ed manuel and then i can learn but i have to go to penndot to get one and that means i have to bug some one to get me one.  oh well its my fault anyways,  but since i can't drive i find myself sitting around in the house helping my mom do house work.  sounds like i have no life huh?  no use complaining about it tho. It's beautiful out side i want to lay out and put some color on these pasty legs of mine.  I'm going to go b/c i only have boring things to say haha. I'll talk later

My top memories of freshman year.

1.      All three roommates I’ve had, Lisa (the prostitute for love) L I hope she learns she is so much better than that, Tess the sick, wackjob, who believes she is related to absolutely every famous person b/c of her “princess” status, and finally Carrisa who turned out to be the best roommate ever.  I’m so excited to have much more memories.

2.      Harley Hall.  I met some of the best girls here, and despite the roomers not everyone is a lesbian.  It’s not to bad living with all girls.    Movie night every Thursday rain or shine. Ha-ha. Steph, Heather Ali, I hope we all stay in touch next year.

3.      The loud ass girls next door, which I thought was bad.  It will be replaced with twice as bad  Nogle getto ness. God help me there.

4.       Bike rides

5.      The terrible dinning food, which makes me appreciate my mom’s healthy food so much more. As of today I could live happy with out another hamburger for the rest of my entire life here on earth.

6.      The great Profs I’ve had except for Zum- K.  Which I barley passed with a b, because of those gay quizzes.

7.       Walking almost every where in the snow and rain.

8.      Living in the messiest room ever.  And I could say that my side was always the most clean.

9.      Seeing Howie and cuddling on the weekends J

10.  V-day  which I’ll never forget, so darn romantic

11.  The wonderful surprise the girls threw for me on my b-day.  It was almost better then being home

12.  The Etter center, and the vikaden

13.   Watching a taped general hospital everyday, there is nothing like being able to  fast-forward a soap opera.

14.  Tuesday and Thursday subs from the garden and watching Extra with Heather 

15.   If you want to lose 10 pounds in a month drink green tea twice a day.  LoL , Carissa.

16.  Walking to parties in heels, with the snow leaking through.

17.  Sleeping with heat in my room, which I never did all 18 years of my life.  You know it’s bad when you were an infant and you would only sleep with your snow suit on.  My mom told me that and I was like, I wonder why you froze me to death.  Supposedly they put the heat on for me.

18.  Starting this Xanga thing

19.  Being scared as hell every time the cops showed up to bust the parties

20.  Getting lost while Taylor’s crazy friend tried to taking us shopping in campill.

Well my weekend was Fun and interesting. I started out kindof pissed off b/c I  have all these chapters to read for both politcal science and sociology.  I have exams in both on Wednesday. Sociology, I will be reading all day today.  Hopfully I can finish.  Yes, as you can see I have been desperately slacking. So as I said priviously I started off kindof pissed. But then when i came back from the study lounge I got a message from my mom saying, " Latest news I just came back from the Nelsons get together at Old Country Buffet and I sat next to a very drunk Claudia, very interesting. Call me back if you want to know more." So I was ready for a good story. I called back and talked to my dad and he said that evidently Claudia was drunk of course.   She was asking my mom all these questions about what I was doing and that I better be working this summer.  Since I'm not working now in school. when she found out i was talking classes in the summer she said what is she dropping out of school like Eric.  First of all Eric didn't drop out of school, he took 1 year off, and then went back to hacc. Went to West Chester and didn't like it there.  So he came home and now he is at pennstate harrisburg. He is getting all A's.  My mom just said no caitlin is taking classes in the summer just a few at Hacc.  She didn't get to say anything because she was caught off guard.  Then she went to eric and she said well eric is working right. My mom said he was.  she said he better be he should be out of school by now with a place of his own. How my mom must not have done anything right.  First off we our none of her business.  Her one son doesn't even talk to her. She has no idea about us. Oh and the best part is when my mom walked away crying no one really knew what was going on at the other side of the table.  B/c they were sitting at one of the long tables.  Joy comes at my mom asking how she was feeling.  I guess joy didn't no what happened. My mom was like no I'm not okay b/c im going to kill Claudia she better watch out i hate that fucking bitch and i always have I'm going to punch her in her face.  when i hear all this I'm so pissed of i want to call her and bitch her out.  but i guess there was no use b.c she was drunk and she wouldn't  remember what I said.  When i call her i want her to be sober so she will remember what i say.  How dare she say anything about them.  Eric's 22 but i still need to watch out for him. I jut wish i was there then i could tell her off b.c my dad didn't even get to bc he was taking my mom out of the restrant and home. Eric wasn't there.

Then the cops came to the frat we were at.  That was so scary they were giving everyone sitations.  But I managed to not get one thank god.

but that was just friday I'll tell you about sat and sunday when i have some more time.  For now I'm off to get some food. To satisfy my hungary tummy

Depression, when it’s clinical, is not a metaphor. It runs in families, and it’s known to respond to medication and to counseling.
However truly you believe there’s a sickness to existence that can never be cured, if you’re depressed you will sooner or later surrender and say: I just don’t want to feel bad anymore.
The shift from depressive realism to tragic realism, from being immobilized by darkness to being sustained by it, thus strangely seems to require believing in the possibility of a cure…
-Jonathan Franzen