Friend and Foe

With another semester comes more fights, trouble, and the usual drama.

I don't mean to sound all depressing and ridiculous, and I don't consider myself to be tooooo much of a drama queen, but I feel like every semester there's more battles to be won, people to ban against, and bridges to be burnt.

To be honest, I'm sick of it. I hate when best friends aren't strong enough to stick together, and I hate it when people I thought I could trust turn against me. I can't tell if it's because I'm cynical or because I just have that hippie mentality at heart- but I am burnt out. I just wish everyone could just get along. Fight the necessary battles- but then come out on top- closer than ever. I feel like that never happens anymore. We are all so quick to give up and go on.

The sad thing? I'm just as guilty as everyone. I do it- I start drama, I burn bridges. I like to think I give people the benefit of the doubt and just go with it, but this semester has proven to be just as dramatic as any other.

It just sucks. We're all in college for such a short time, enjoying the company of each other. Make the most of it. Make love- not war. ah-ha-ha

Spring Break Broke

Here I am, my 80th hour in the JFK terminal traveling back from Fort Myers and to Burlington.

It's been a trip. And it ain't over.

In a spur of the moment decision, I decided to drive down to Westchester with Alex and our friend Tim. We just thought it would be fun, and we figured my sister could get me a flight out of Westchester to Fort Myers pretty easily. It worked, and we drove. My evening with Alex's family was an experience. I was terrified, but I made it through. It was easier than I thought it would be. We ordered Chinese (I proudly consumed my full serving of dumplings and ALMOST didn't spill), and then watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs with his little brother and friend from home. I woke up to kisses from the most adorable dog in the world, and left to continue my adventure.

Fort Myers was INCREDIBLE!!!!! Whitney's house was beautiful, and it felt like I was legitimately in paradise. We got to lounge pool side, talk late into the night and sleep late in the day. We got to go to the beach and act like stupid drunken college students with minimal regret. And the weather was decent- not entirely too hot- but better than Syracuse. It was so great to have bonding time with my friends. It was just us, hanging out. No schoolwork, no boyfriends, no APO (sorry, but true). It was just FUN. Though I didn't even get a tan, I bought a sweet tie-dye hoodie and managed to eat an entire box of Lucky Charms in about 3 days. Definitely doing something next Spring Break- it is too fun to pass up. But I don't know if I'll ever be able to top this one. Leaving this morning was really hard.

That brings us to this moment. I have been stuck at JFK since about 2 p.m. and I am sincerely hoping to get out of here within the hour. I will get to see my pregnant mess of a sister, my lovely parents as they move out of their house, and my BRAND NEW (1996, whatever) CAR!!!! Then Sunday, I shall drive back to Syracuse and this break will all be over.

I'm still grateful I'm only halfway through it.