I don’t really know, I just like the term. It could also be that I tend to wear big blue green cowboy hats with trippy looking shirts and shoes. Either/or, roman candle.
My little cousin is going off to a big state party school soon. She’s coming out to visit me for a while before she does.
Think a hot, boy-crazy 17 year old Indian my-spacey strict-parents-ready-to-bust-out chick. I already have a headache, her father must be having heart attacks.
I plan to use my older-sister-like relationship with her to give her a few stern lectures while she’s out here. At least to convince her against giving in to Zima. She’s a nice kid and all but gah!!! I’m expecting tearful calls already and it’s not even like I can drive her silly butt home since my sister and I live cross-country from her and she’s an only child whose primary trusted siblingesque relationships have been with us.
And no, no pictures nor am I giving out her number.
Man, I haven’t even thought about it yet. I don’t start until Sept. 5, I still have almost a month of work left, but I’m really not feeling the heat because I work on the campus I go to school at. I’m here no matter what happens! At least I don’t need to go out and buy anything - one of my most important supplies I already picked up last year (a thumbdrive). My entire year shall be online classes with minimal notetaking (more applied stuff), so any paper I need will be leftover from two years ago stuffed into binders left over from two years ago, written on pens leftover from two years ago.
But all my friends are moving away to other post-secondary schools, which is weighing heavily on my mind, but they’ll be close enough for weekend trips.