College has transformed me from the inkstained, intuitive, emotional sixteen year old to the social-media-addicted, happier, emptier twenty year old.
I just feel like I'm out of touch to the things that used to be so important to me, and its not bad, I'm not devolving--I'm just evolving into something that doesn't rely on late night journal sessions anymore. Its strange??
I'm anxious for a break, to say the least. Spring break, particularly.
Last night, Patrick came down and we spent an afternoon wandering aimlessly, rather frustrating. But we ordered a pizza and drank two bottles of wine and watched the 1970s Muppets movie and got really drunk and it was awesome. Then, my roommates all left to see a late showing at the movies and so of course, we had drunken sex and it was pretty great.
I want that to always be my Saturday nights.
Also, important news: Patrick said we were "lovers." He has also previously said we are dating. We're like a thing, I guess? I refer to him as my boyfriend when talking about him to people at work, but I still dodge answering when my mom asks me if we're a thing.
Life is weird. This semester is fucking insane. I need to reset. And get drunk with Patrick more often--perhaps like the late nights of my teenage years, wine and movie nights is its own kind of college catharsis.
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