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Anti-nostalgia
Oh my goodness, I don't want to be in Charlottesville right now.
I LEFT MY WALLET AT SCHOOL. Which means:
- I have four final papers to work on, and my house is not a conducive work environment.
- Thanksgiving is my least favorite Holiday. We barely celebrate it, anyways.
- I can't relate to my parents intellectually, and it takes more than a week to settle back into a certain mode of interacting with them. But when you're in school-mode, social activist-mode, it's impossible.
- I'm a little infatuated with a girl on the other side of the country. And different time zones means it's difficult to talk/sextext. And all my poetry will be awful longing poems.
- Almost without exception, I don't hang out with people from high school. Thus, Charlottesville is just an awkward atmosphere, where every corner is a place I did something once with someone I no longer know.
I LEFT MY WALLET AT SCHOOL. Which means:
- I can't get another tattoo (no ID)
- I can't buy the things I need to buy (no card/money)
- I can't drive, technically (no license)
