there is a black piece of luggage somewhere out there waiting for a red haired girl to find it.  it is a completely unmarked piece of luggage because it’s owner can be rather ditzy at times (a nicer way of saying she’s rather irresponsible, but don’t worry — at this very second she’s beating herself… Continue reading needed

my eyes opened and i turned to look at my clock. 3:11 am. i laid there for three more hours before getting up.  strangest kind of jet-lag…

i told him i needed to talk to him and he smiled.  he knew what it was about and told me to meet him in his office.  he called me “larissa” and then we both laughed — i guess it’s my school name.  we sat down and he made some joke that i didn’t get,… Continue reading my answer

i left with two suitcases and brought one to the school.  the other is somewhere between syracuse and friedrichshafen (they aren’t really sure about the location at this point), but that’s okay.  i’m here and am in need of a nap and shower so even though i was going to sit here and write something… Continue reading here

the washer is still running, two pairs of pants are still missing (i must look in sister’s drawers tomorrow), pictures refused to be burned onto cd’s, i have two suitcases perfectly filled (i wonder how i’ll manage to bring everything home since i have two boxes at school), and i’m exhausted. yes, another late night.… Continue reading my plans

she’s asleep beside me while i, once again, stay up too late all because you dear people want pictures of our crazy night (sorry, i don’t even have that many). while you all still talk about that, i can only think of one thing: tomorrow i pack and the next day i fly away. again.… Continue reading warning: another rather pointless entry