menameno

there are somethings that are way more important than exams or textbooks.
and as i creep into my graduating semesters at lee, i am beginning to know this to be true.

my room is in complete dis-er-a (sp?). my orange, 70s inspired reading chair is now nothing more than a secondary closet and make-up station. near the closet are the ten pairs of shoes i changed in and out of this week due to them all being in a constant state of soggy. and on my floor are the remainders from last wednesday's art therapy.

i love living like this. mess shows life. it shows that something happened here and i love that. i adore those houses with comfy, faded sofas and menageries of lifetime photos. within five minutes, you can feel that somebody loved here. and somebody cared here. and somebody lived here. i will choose these types of scenery way before i choose the polished walls of a suburban mansion.

i should be delving into my communication research books, but instead i am blogging. and thinking. and remembering. and knowing that the conversations i had with my roommates tonight will endure time's jagged punches. and the smoothie i had for dinner will keep me satisfied far into tomorrow afternoon. and after college is over, the books and the studies and the teachers and the papers will not matter one bit. it will be the funnies and the park days and the artwork and the hilariously dramatic journal entries and the boyfriend and the girlfriends and the poems and the americano therapy sessions that i try to tug into my pocket.

somethings are more important than academics.
four more mondays of school.
im not that young,
but im not through yet.