the savage brothers ain't got nothin'
I saw Capote tonight, finally...Scarborough doesn't exactly get what one might call the most updated movies in town. So I haven't seen many since I've been here, which on the whole, is fine. It'll give me plenty to do while I'm having a lazy summer.
I bought groceries at Tesco's afterwards, most of which, unfortunately, were liquid or canned. This means Very Heavy. And I carried it the whole stupid 30-minute uphill walk. My shoulders hate me and are thinking of moving out. I'm excited about the ice cream I bought. It's the little things.
Tomorrow is write-a-paper day. Might hang out with Billy. Scott and Ringo should be back by Friday, as they have a gig...so I'll go see if they're around. Saturday our theatre gets Brokeback Mountain so I'll probably try to FINALLY see that, then Keighty should be back, or Nick, or both! And Monday I leave for London, then Wednesday for Spain! The days go by so quickly...
Oh, I officially changed my plane ticket today. I'll be leaving London Gatwick on May 23 (my birthday!) at 10:30am and arriving in Charlotte at 2:20pm. I think of it as having a 29-hour day for my birthday. FIVE EXTRA HOURS OF TURNING 21!!! WOOT!! Mom will be picking me up, and I'm hoping we can stop by in Gboro and see some folk that will be bumming there for the summer...
It's interesting how things go unexpectedly. There are a couple people I've talked to more this semester than I expected to, and others that I've talked to less. When your means of contact depends on the internet, it just depends who's around and who puts time into that stuff. People here ask me if I'm looking forward to going back. I'm more anxious than anything else. I know dynamics of friends have changed since I've been there, and I know I've changed, and I don't know how that's going to mix. It's already started mixing, and not necessarily in a good way. I see situations arising that make knots go WHOA in my stomach, but I think (hope) that now, rather than letting them turn me into an oversensitive ball of mush, I'll have the strength to stand up for myself. I used to have that, but it kind of went away in certain places over the past couple of years...I don't know, we all saw The Wonder Years and Boy Meets World. My best friend from high school is getting married, and I get to be a bridesmaid. That's pretty awesome. And it's good to focus on those moments, and those truths and happinesses (it's a word, shut up) rather than think about how I might feel I've been let down. Some things remain the same--I still don't have the courage to bring up what's bothering me, but I think now I have different reasons. Before, I would have been more afraid of hurting somebody else or causing conflict. That's still part of the worries, but now it's more based in the knowledge that it will all work out and in the end, it won't matter.
But I've learned a lot about what friendship means, and how some of mine work, and that's really valuable. Next year will be interesting. Such is life. It goes on.
Also, my parents are absolutely amazing. I don't remember that often enough, but I love them. SO much. Ah, the things we learn...
I bought groceries at Tesco's afterwards, most of which, unfortunately, were liquid or canned. This means Very Heavy. And I carried it the whole stupid 30-minute uphill walk. My shoulders hate me and are thinking of moving out. I'm excited about the ice cream I bought. It's the little things.
Tomorrow is write-a-paper day. Might hang out with Billy. Scott and Ringo should be back by Friday, as they have a gig...so I'll go see if they're around. Saturday our theatre gets Brokeback Mountain so I'll probably try to FINALLY see that, then Keighty should be back, or Nick, or both! And Monday I leave for London, then Wednesday for Spain! The days go by so quickly...
Oh, I officially changed my plane ticket today. I'll be leaving London Gatwick on May 23 (my birthday!) at 10:30am and arriving in Charlotte at 2:20pm. I think of it as having a 29-hour day for my birthday. FIVE EXTRA HOURS OF TURNING 21!!! WOOT!! Mom will be picking me up, and I'm hoping we can stop by in Gboro and see some folk that will be bumming there for the summer...
It's interesting how things go unexpectedly. There are a couple people I've talked to more this semester than I expected to, and others that I've talked to less. When your means of contact depends on the internet, it just depends who's around and who puts time into that stuff. People here ask me if I'm looking forward to going back. I'm more anxious than anything else. I know dynamics of friends have changed since I've been there, and I know I've changed, and I don't know how that's going to mix. It's already started mixing, and not necessarily in a good way. I see situations arising that make knots go WHOA in my stomach, but I think (hope) that now, rather than letting them turn me into an oversensitive ball of mush, I'll have the strength to stand up for myself. I used to have that, but it kind of went away in certain places over the past couple of years...I don't know, we all saw The Wonder Years and Boy Meets World. My best friend from high school is getting married, and I get to be a bridesmaid. That's pretty awesome. And it's good to focus on those moments, and those truths and happinesses (it's a word, shut up) rather than think about how I might feel I've been let down. Some things remain the same--I still don't have the courage to bring up what's bothering me, but I think now I have different reasons. Before, I would have been more afraid of hurting somebody else or causing conflict. That's still part of the worries, but now it's more based in the knowledge that it will all work out and in the end, it won't matter.
But I've learned a lot about what friendship means, and how some of mine work, and that's really valuable. Next year will be interesting. Such is life. It goes on.
Also, my parents are absolutely amazing. I don't remember that often enough, but I love them. SO much. Ah, the things we learn...