are you one of those old ladies that wear really tight and trashy clothes that shop at walmart?
yes ofc thats me!!!!
oh I know…. remember Dick.
u mean my bff who called me a peasant?? yes ofc ilh
I have old lady clothes and I am 25
tbh i guessed kelly’s age idk how old she is supposed to be????????????
College Kelly is back;)
maybe idk one night thing u kno
What 27 year old has that in their closet!?!?
hot ones!!!!!! like kelly!!!
Kelly was used to being filled with pointless emotions, i mean….that’s what happens when you’re depressed, right? You just get filled with a flurry of pointless emotions. Feelings overcome you until you break. Eventually you feel better, get up and brush yourself off…..metaphorically of course because in reality, you get up cry some more, crumple again, and go to sleep. But….today, Kelly was filled with a different set of emotions. Not necessarily sad ones but more like, reminiscing ones. It felt all too real to be back in the Malloy dormitory. Memories of college came running back to her mind, even though she swore she neatly put them at the back of her head, where she thought they could never escape. She liked to keep those days in the farthest part of her brain, so far that they were mostly blurs of faces and tiny memories. But today they decided to take over her brain. She missed not being sad, she missed getting so drunk that you couldn’t remember your own name. And tonight, she would re-live it all.
Kelly put on the cutest outfit a 27 year old had in their average closet, (http://www.polyvore.com/whatever_lol/set?id=64043560 ). It had to be close enough to what the “hip” college students wore now. Kelly tried to pride herself in having nice clothes. Well nonetheless, she threw it on and took a taxi to the nearest club.
This was not what she remembered. She looked around and saw half naked girls sloppily making out with boys who simultaneously danced with one girl while kissing another. I wasn’t like this…was I? She thought to herself. She fled to the bar, and politely asked for a drink. She sat on an uncomfortable stool and her hopes of a “fun night” were crushed. She was sure she would remember how fun it was to party but, it just didn’t appeal anymore. She wanted to go home and crawl into her bed and cry. No. Stop it, Kelly. You will have fun if it’s the death of you. She forced herself to get up and start grinding along with the crowds of people. Eventually she caught a cute boy’s eye and they danced for a while. Kelly got drunker and drunker and started feeling riskier and riskier. She started acting like a college kid again. After her and the random, got bored of just dancing with the crowd, he pulled her to a corner and they had a very nice night.
Wow, that is pretty sad. I’m sure partying is like riding a bike, you never forget how to do it. You just start back up again and it comes naturally.
Hopefully….because i’m about to go to the boardwalk right now! Eeeep, wish me luck!
Puh lease, they would not think you are 27. You can party with the best of them!
What if i dont know how?! I haven’t partied in a while…….wow. I went from a crazed partier to some old lady who drinks alone in her room, and gets high by herself! Tis’ sad!
And some people won’t. With us it was different because we were forced together as a family. They might possibly not become a family and that’s their loss. I know what you’re saying, Malloy is my second home and it’s made my life completely different. They could become a family, or they could all hate each other. It’s their destiny, not ours.
Yeah…i’m just gonna have to accept it, aren’t I? It hurts, knowing we can never re-live our days here. Even HM brought us some good memories. I wonder if the new students have to deal with her….
You should throw them a party and show them how they should be living up their Malloy experience.
Well, i dunno about that! An old 27 year old partying with college students? Actually….it doesn’t sound too bad! I might consider it….
I totally understand. It’s almost like we are strangers in what used to be our home. It is unsettling.
I don’t hear any crazy parties going on either….with us, we had parties all the time! Why aren’t they living it up?!
They’re not gonna be exactly like us because nobody can be. They all could be druggies or alcoholics or losers, but they might get along just as well as we do. They’ll have their own memories at the boardwalk or the soccer field. And soon they’ll be in our position. It’s how it is, Kelly.
It’s scary, i want them to have the best experience ever. What if they don’t get the family bond? Malloy changed me so much, i want everyone else who walks into this building to feel it too. I want them to feel a sense a relief, as if Malloy is a place where they’re safe. Even if they don’t get along sometimes, the new students need to know that Malloy is their home. It’s a deep feeling, what if they just don’t feel it?
How exciting! I know what you mean, everything is so different now, so many changes.
I don’t actually like it though, it makes me nervous. I don’t like change….i don’t like it one bit!
I get what you’re saying. Like now that we’re not students anymore, all the stuff here isn’t our. Kells, it’ll always be ours, but now we get to share it with the new students.
This is going to sound pathetic but…. i don’t like sharing! I mean, what if they do it all wrong. What if they’re all nerds, or what if they’re all druggies. We had the perfect balance, we had the best years. What if….what if they don’t?