Okay so this is my first time doing this...I have a lot racing through my mind and my dear friend Micaela has inspired me...I can only hope what I write is half as good as hers.
So let's start with a little about me shall we?:
I am a freshman Penn State University. I live away from home in the dorms, and I've found a decent niche...for now. The girls I am friends with really don't understand me, as if I was the sheltered one. When they don't know difference between 'New York' and 'Manhattan'. Okay. [Deep breath]
Getting back on track, I'm a geek. As the preferred term. I love Harry Potter, Doctor Who and fan-fictions. I listen to good music* instead of the shit on the radios today...(please feel free to take offense to that). I am also depressed. I have been on medication since my junior year of high school. People don't understand what it really means. I've had too many people tell me that I don't need meds and to just be happy. Sorry, that's kind of the issue for me.
So back to my title then?
Texas; Where my best friend is.- Like I said earlier, I live on campus. The girls I live with are a bit...shallow(?) We'll see if I can find a better word as we continue.
There is a lot of talk of how many guys they've slept with, and how much they want the iphone 5. But when it gets to the real topics such as 'I can't wait to go home' or 'This is the longest I've ever been away from my best friend...I miss him/her' I get sad. As corny as that sounds that's what it is. The best way for my to describe it is that; let's say you have a backpack full of bricks on your chest, and when they throw those comments out there let's add fifty more bricks to the bag and let's chuck a good six at your head while we're at it and see how easy it is for you to breathe and sit up straight. It kills me that they don't know how lucky they are. They only live about three hours from their best friends when mine lives in a different time zone. (I have three best friends, but my #1 is whom I am referring too...we'll get to the others another time) I know this sounds like your typical 'awe my best friend moved' teeny bopper sob story of a movie, but in reality it's a lot more than that.
I don't know if you believe in soul mates, but I do. I believe that we travel through each life with the same 'circle' of souls. They may not be the same people in each life, but you will always have that 'soul' near you one way or the other, not necessarily in a romantic way either-Britt-my Texas friend is one of my soul mates. Judge me of you want, but if you don't understand you haven't found any of your soul mates yet and I'm sorry for you. I found her. And she was literally taken away from me by a series of unfortunate events. [geek].
Back on topic, -I promise I'll try to get better at this- My roommates don't know how much I envy them. I can't go home and see my best friend over the weekend. Any of them in fact. Which leads me to another topic; Utah. My other best friend, Micaela whom I mentioned earlier as well is in Utah. So Britt and Mici are both in different time zones and the third best friend-Tara, lives in New Jersey. I can't see any of them until either Christmas break (if I'm lucky) or Summer (Again if I'm lucky). SO it truly hurts when they say 'they've been away too long'. When I'm the one that cried the first time I skyped Mici, as I left Tara in NJ after my April visit (another story I promise) and cried myself to sleep all of junior year because Britt left. I have no friends to go home to, and I have no solidly 'we get along swimmingly' friends in college. We'll see how this plays out...
And finally what you've all been waiting for, Slugs;
I was walking back from the store with two of my roommates and they saw slugs on the ground due to the past rain. They ran inside and grabbed salt, and came back wanted to pour it on them. I protested, but they didn't listen to me. So one proceed to pour a ton of salt on 'Just a little one', and it went everywhere. They then watched as they slugs tried to get away from the salt and wriggled in pain. I saw this and started crying because there was nothing I could do. I can't stand to see anything helpless in pain. [I cry a lot] They sat there laughing as they squirmed and tried to get away from the pain and I felt sick to my stomach. I went into my room and shut the door, and decided to write this boring blog about why I feel sick in the lonely kind of way.
Allons-y
-M
p.s.-Melvin is what Britt calls me, my real name is Melissa.
*Examples of Good quality music; The Beatles, Mumford and Sons, Kings of Leon, Ernie Halter, Bon Iver, Adele(granted she is on the radio, but it's not her best stuff), etc.
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