i think i need to take a little tumblr break. i’m in the unique position where i am now spending a lot of time with the people back home that i used to write this for, and the people that i am writing this for now i am able to communicate a lot more eloquently and personally on the telephone or through email.

i’ll be back on here but a lot is changing. i will say that i am transferring to a new school next semester, so if you need to unfollow/stop reading my blog because my life is no longer relevant to yours, go for it. i won’t be offended, i promise.

i’m not leaving with any bitterness. i’m leaving because i’m undecided and it’s hard for me to be around so many people who already know exactly what they’re doing in three years. i’m leaving because i was unable to find contentment within such a narrow focus. i’m going somewhere new with an open curriculum and a bigger campus and fewer acting majors.

i haven’t told many people at all, but i have told the people who have directly impacted my life in the past year and in turn, will be directly impacted by my departure. it’s hard to communicate to these people that i’m leaving because of me, not them, and that last year, they saved me from a tiny existence of just riding underground trains and reading the internet and compulsive spending.

it’s hard to communicate to them that i love them and that it’s so hard to willingly walk away from them. but i’ve tried and hopefully through sentence fragments and stutters and the nervous lisp that sometimes turns on, they do understand.

i think my loose ends are tied up and i’m not really looking to start over, but to start it up again, to get claire 2.0 back on her feet, maybe learn a language, take some sociology classes, keep writing, and stop complaining to the world from a computer screen.

xxxx

yeah sooo.

amy has natty ice flavored chapstick. i took this pic over a ping pong table so it would look hchs.

it truly was.

cheating at bananagrams

later on they did some sexy things, took a couple photographs, and carved them into tiny wood reliefs.

this bacon/sausage combo was my last dinner in the dining hall. nothing topped it except churro day but then i had to lie down for 40-70 minutes because i no no felt good because of edmond’s preparations.

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND ANY OF THIS. BUT ESP. THE PART ABOUT THE MONKEY.

miss them. hannah luvvs unibraid. do not know why. but i’m happy i possess the skill.

not from the east, not from the west, girls in the middle dat rock the best

just a man and his dog, dancing in a kitchen

DON’T DO IT, 1ST TIME BUYERS. LOOKS SKETCH TO ME.

NEVER BUY A HOME FROM SOMEONE WHO PUTS A SMILEY FACE IN THE O. BTW LOVE OGDEN AVE.

i’ve been bad at tumblr lately. i stopped needing it for awhile because i was busy//then when i got home, my friends stopped needing it because i was with them. not that anybody ‘needed’ my tumblr. but we all love the internet generally.

i started babysitting. i took my lil friend to hockey practice today and sat through it, in the same rink where my neck (maybe, possibly) got skated over in 1999 (inquire for details although if you are reading this, you probably know me, and then you surely know this story that probably didn’t happen).

i love watching little kids, because generally, they’re bad at everything, but they try so hard. so i was LOLing to myself for a long time, watching these little kids fall over outfitted in hXc hockey gear.

everyone thought i was a neglectful teen mom. everyone was a midwest hockey mom and/or a midwest hockey husband. and they kept saying things through the plexiglass to their 5 year old along the lines of “get in there!” or “i don’t want to see you lying out there on the ice!”

i hate sports a lot but i especially hate sports at that age. i don’t like that my little 5 year old friend is already being yelled at for not knowing how to skate backwards or that he’s being made to show up at an indoor ice rink that smells like salt and bo to learn something that he probably isn’t in love with. i hate that the moms and dads sitting in on the practice were already tittering (not twittering, those fucking lame-os) about who is good and who isn’t. 

and though i’m sort of very physically lazy, that’s not why i don’t like sports.i played soccer for a really long time and i was never good at it, so i sort of just worked really hard at practice and then sat on a bench at a competitive level. i hated it. i got a fucking SOCCER report card once and i wasn’t used to hard work not paying off and i got really PiZzEd and i quit and never really played a sport ever again.

sports ruin happy children. no kid ever wants to practice, and it’s not because they’re lazy, it’s because they don’t like being embarrassed in front of their peers by a coach who is 30 years past his/her halcyon days of athleticism. even 5 year olds can register this.

just let your children play wii or something if you want them to learn hand/eye coordination. or go swimming. i’m not sure why i’m doling out parenting advice (or i guess it’s chill, i’m teen mom) but the darien sportsplex is giving me the shiverssssssssss.

first day on the job today babysitting for some adorbz children. i forgot that people in respectable suburban illinois do not frequently dress like i have been dressing for the past 5 months, AKA hobocamp headquarters. i’m trying to put pants on but really, they’re so hard to work with.

anywayz, i’ll let you know.

in the meantime and forever read this:

corinedownunder.blogspot.com