Semi-titled

Why am I craving a meatball sub?

I’m officially the tallest girl in the office… Hooray? We finished out the day by marking our heights on the wall in the office.

(Typed the above while letting The White Stripes’ White Blood Cells play, and finished in tandem with the line “teacher marks our height against the wall.” Ha.)

I hate Facebook. I would deactivate my account again, but I don’t want to completely cut off certain people—like the girls I spent my day with while waiting in line for The Raconteurs show in Atlanta, for example. Sweethearts, and given our shared desire to be involved in anything and everything Jack White, there’s a good chance we could meet up again in the future. But in all seriousness, there are quite a few people I’m totally okay to never talk to ever again. I thought I’d cut everyone out that I wanted to the first go-around (…that sounds really awful, doesn’t it?) But I’m realizing I could easily eliminate another handful. It would be nice to hang out with some of my friends in Plano before I head to Colorado with the fam, but as for my Indiana friends? I’m not sure I ever thought I’d say this, but I probably wouldn’t have too many regrets if I never went up to visit them again. If it’s worth not talking to me because I didn’t want to make the trip for homecoming weekend, and if my so-called best friend shows no interest in making a trip down to Nashville to see me, then it’s not worth my time or effort at all. Plus, as soon as I made it into town last time, everything I hated about the place while I was there came roaring back into my head and my heart with a vengeance.

Anyway, I’m not sure why I’m so alright with leaving the past in the past. Maybe because I decided a while ago—not coincidentally upon my leaving Bloomington—that I’m not required to do anything I don’t want to, and won’t keep from doing something I want just because it’s frowned upon or causes confusion.