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all in all a pretty good day. it was all about drinking coffee and listening to a recording of my flute teacher's concert. i love her. you probably know that.
i'm now at the point academically that because i've been working so hard to stave off any emotional engagement in school and a social life...i'm sick of working. that's not so good. and the worst part of all is that i'm not even looking forward to halloween. me! it's my favorite day. i start counting down the day after. i think mostly i'm just not good at the whole social thing and the thought of a forced weekend of continuous partying actually scares me. i must be the only person that actually gets scared and nervous. if i were in new orleans i'd be happy and ridiculously excited. but here i have an awful case of the blah's.
i was reading somewhere about how tulane students probably think about going back at least once a day. this is true. except that it's more like once every two minutes for me. i catch myself mentally adding up the days till i get to go home. i'm crawling, barely, back to california.
i'm thankful for happy moments that i look for every day. they mostly revolve around hearing from you people and luckily hearing from a few tulane kids yesterday. my old roommate, rachel, my friend liz and i talked to my friend mike(not detoy) today. he said he might let me repaint his room which made my day. i can't wait.
And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
Don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
i'm now at the point academically that because i've been working so hard to stave off any emotional engagement in school and a social life...i'm sick of working. that's not so good. and the worst part of all is that i'm not even looking forward to halloween. me! it's my favorite day. i start counting down the day after. i think mostly i'm just not good at the whole social thing and the thought of a forced weekend of continuous partying actually scares me. i must be the only person that actually gets scared and nervous. if i were in new orleans i'd be happy and ridiculously excited. but here i have an awful case of the blah's.
i was reading somewhere about how tulane students probably think about going back at least once a day. this is true. except that it's more like once every two minutes for me. i catch myself mentally adding up the days till i get to go home. i'm crawling, barely, back to california.
i'm thankful for happy moments that i look for every day. they mostly revolve around hearing from you people and luckily hearing from a few tulane kids yesterday. my old roommate, rachel, my friend liz and i talked to my friend mike(not detoy) today. he said he might let me repaint his room which made my day. i can't wait.
And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
Don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin