Ignore the fact that I ended this entry with a 'Grey's' quote.
So where am I at right now?
Halfway through my internship.
Finding it harder and harder to wake up every morning, because the days and nights are finally starting to catch up to me.
Loving the colors of the leaves changing with each passing day but still quite unnerved by the fact that I'm having to wear warm clothes in the beginning/middle of October.
Suffering from a bad case of election fatigue but still over-excited about the fact that I voted (absentee), for the candidate I wanted, for the propositions that I actually read up on and feel strongly about, yet sad that I've yet to be able to vote at home, having been in either San Diego or DC for every election so far.
Trying my best to keep myself busy because with each day I miss everyone at home more and more.
Really mad I'm missing Santa Barbara Halloween this year, but attempting to get something planned here because it's on a Friday and I think getting smashed with my friends, dressed as either a drunk supreme court justice or 'your mom' would be all things wonderful.
Excited that I get to spend Thanksgiving in Culpeper, VA, in a town that actually has a 'Main Street' with the best friend I've made over here, but bummed that I'm going to be missing Thanksgiving at home, because for us college kids (or maybe just me) it's become more exciting than Christmas break. Because Christmas break is drawn out and a little too long, but Thanksgiving is the first time most of us have seen each other since school started and we get to cram food, family, and fun into three days instead of six weeks and there's just something about it.
And lastly, pissed off yet in love with the game of baseball and the Red Sox, for forcing a Game 7 but very possibly only prolonging the inevitable...a Phillies/Rays World Series that NO ONE will watch. I'm a wounded soul, a battered wife, and keep coming back for more.
What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself over the head with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.
Halfway through my internship.
Finding it harder and harder to wake up every morning, because the days and nights are finally starting to catch up to me.
Loving the colors of the leaves changing with each passing day but still quite unnerved by the fact that I'm having to wear warm clothes in the beginning/middle of October.
Suffering from a bad case of election fatigue but still over-excited about the fact that I voted (absentee), for the candidate I wanted, for the propositions that I actually read up on and feel strongly about, yet sad that I've yet to be able to vote at home, having been in either San Diego or DC for every election so far.
Trying my best to keep myself busy because with each day I miss everyone at home more and more.
Really mad I'm missing Santa Barbara Halloween this year, but attempting to get something planned here because it's on a Friday and I think getting smashed with my friends, dressed as either a drunk supreme court justice or 'your mom' would be all things wonderful.
Excited that I get to spend Thanksgiving in Culpeper, VA, in a town that actually has a 'Main Street' with the best friend I've made over here, but bummed that I'm going to be missing Thanksgiving at home, because for us college kids (or maybe just me) it's become more exciting than Christmas break. Because Christmas break is drawn out and a little too long, but Thanksgiving is the first time most of us have seen each other since school started and we get to cram food, family, and fun into three days instead of six weeks and there's just something about it.
And lastly, pissed off yet in love with the game of baseball and the Red Sox, for forcing a Game 7 but very possibly only prolonging the inevitable...a Phillies/Rays World Series that NO ONE will watch. I'm a wounded soul, a battered wife, and keep coming back for more.
What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself over the head with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.