return to the bay
*I just noticed that I had this entry on Private. I make that mistake often. Here is an April 24th entry on May 10!*
It's 10:37pm and I'm obsessing over all the wonderful things I didn't do today. I could have made a mix CD, packed, studied, napped, walked, relaxed, etc. etc. Instead, I almost studied my American Literature notes for about 8 hours.
Today is proof that I've created some sort of tradition out of feeling incredibly shitty for the first several hours after arriving in NB. Last week, when I came to write my Ancient Civ. exam, I walked to Twiggs for some pre-studying coffee and saw Chad! drive off out of town to Timmins with his friend. He had no idea I was behind him waving and yelling, "I'm in town!! WAIT!" We haven't seen each other in so long that seeing him drive off like that felt like I was trapped in one of those dreams...you know, when you're on fire, or in some trouble, and you try to call out but you're mute and no one can hear you.
Nothing close to that shitty happened today, but I still felt like shit when I got here.
It's 10:37pm and I'm obsessing over all the wonderful things I didn't do today. I could have made a mix CD, packed, studied, napped, walked, relaxed, etc. etc. Instead, I almost studied my American Literature notes for about 8 hours.
Today is proof that I've created some sort of tradition out of feeling incredibly shitty for the first several hours after arriving in NB. Last week, when I came to write my Ancient Civ. exam, I walked to Twiggs for some pre-studying coffee and saw Chad! drive off out of town to Timmins with his friend. He had no idea I was behind him waving and yelling, "I'm in town!! WAIT!" We haven't seen each other in so long that seeing him drive off like that felt like I was trapped in one of those dreams...you know, when you're on fire, or in some trouble, and you try to call out but you're mute and no one can hear you.
Nothing close to that shitty happened today, but I still felt like shit when I got here.