And if I was blessed I'd walk on that water you're breathing...
Upon completing my last final for the Winter Quarter of my freshmen year of college, I feel the need to update.
Life has been good. Well, better then OK. Not quite great. So good is what we're left with.
I can't help having this feleing of security rush me sometimes when I'm here. That I'm surrounded with really kick ass kids. That I am enjoying what my life is becoming.
At other times, I have total breakdowns. I feel like I'm taking steps backwards. I want to go home.
Then I have a good cry, a good chat, and a good sleep.
Then I wake to a new day.
Classes this quarter obtained mixed reviews. Pre calc sucks. End of story. Calculus over summer isn't gonna be too sweet, but hey. You do what you gotta do right?
Writing was pretty easy. Taught by a Vermont hippie wanting to bring us into her world of reading newspapers and editing timeless poems. (Thats right kids.. the woman EDITS Emily Dickinson in her spare time.)
I wrote an essay for this class that I think I really needed to write. It felt good to write. If you want to read this essay, let me know.
I also wrote an essay on Nepolean Dynamite. For those of you who scoff and think that must be some bullshit of an essay. Well, it mostly was.
Then there was Eurasian Politics. If you want to talk USSR with me, I will probably have something to add the the conversation. However, if I end up not passing this class and you ask the same, I will probably sock you in the face.
I am going to Washington tomorrow and I am excited. I am missing part of my old life that is happening on Friday and I do not regret missing it. It's interesting talking to people here and getting there high school experiences. Makes me feel not so alone.
I will be in LA for a few days. I hope to see people who I love and love me and happen to be in town there.
I will simultaneously miss the shit out of here.
And such is life.
I have this intense desire as of late to travel.
I am also kind of excited to doing all this pre med crap. I like opening doors for myself. I just hope the grades will help me out in that department.
I haven't been writing as much as I should. I want to learn to type correctly.
My classes next quarter are gonna be cool. I'll post here as I figure it out.
My new goal is to not let other people ruin good songs for me. Because other people can be really mean and stupid and bitchy. Buta t the end of the day, I can always delete them from my facebook clubs.
I am arguing with Asher at this moment about love and if it exists. For some reason I am for once the optimist. Who woulda thunk it? :)
And I admire Sareena. I know she will get through harder times. I love her poetry and I love her.
I also need to figure some things out in the jealousy department. But that's just me. But not.
Carry on.
Life has been good. Well, better then OK. Not quite great. So good is what we're left with.
I can't help having this feleing of security rush me sometimes when I'm here. That I'm surrounded with really kick ass kids. That I am enjoying what my life is becoming.
At other times, I have total breakdowns. I feel like I'm taking steps backwards. I want to go home.
Then I have a good cry, a good chat, and a good sleep.
Then I wake to a new day.
Classes this quarter obtained mixed reviews. Pre calc sucks. End of story. Calculus over summer isn't gonna be too sweet, but hey. You do what you gotta do right?
Writing was pretty easy. Taught by a Vermont hippie wanting to bring us into her world of reading newspapers and editing timeless poems. (Thats right kids.. the woman EDITS Emily Dickinson in her spare time.)
I wrote an essay for this class that I think I really needed to write. It felt good to write. If you want to read this essay, let me know.
I also wrote an essay on Nepolean Dynamite. For those of you who scoff and think that must be some bullshit of an essay. Well, it mostly was.
Then there was Eurasian Politics. If you want to talk USSR with me, I will probably have something to add the the conversation. However, if I end up not passing this class and you ask the same, I will probably sock you in the face.
I am going to Washington tomorrow and I am excited. I am missing part of my old life that is happening on Friday and I do not regret missing it. It's interesting talking to people here and getting there high school experiences. Makes me feel not so alone.
I will be in LA for a few days. I hope to see people who I love and love me and happen to be in town there.
I will simultaneously miss the shit out of here.
And such is life.
I have this intense desire as of late to travel.
I am also kind of excited to doing all this pre med crap. I like opening doors for myself. I just hope the grades will help me out in that department.
I haven't been writing as much as I should. I want to learn to type correctly.
My classes next quarter are gonna be cool. I'll post here as I figure it out.
My new goal is to not let other people ruin good songs for me. Because other people can be really mean and stupid and bitchy. Buta t the end of the day, I can always delete them from my facebook clubs.
I am arguing with Asher at this moment about love and if it exists. For some reason I am for once the optimist. Who woulda thunk it? :)
And I admire Sareena. I know she will get through harder times. I love her poetry and I love her.
I also need to figure some things out in the jealousy department. But that's just me. But not.
Carry on.