time has turned all my tomorrows into yesterdays
so i haven't updated in a long long time.
i don't think that i will go through everything that has happened between last time and now. sufficeth to say, i made my money this summer, spent good time with family and friends, and kicked some serious butt out on lake sammamish on the slalom and wakeboard.
now i am here in provo. been here... week and a half maybe. classes are good. perhaps another time. except my italian teacher is wicked cool, he is really italian, his name is fabio, and we also have an art history class together.
my place is pretty cool. have a beautiful room all to myself. i didn't at first. but apparently i have a way of making people's lives miserable that even i can't comprehend. jen moved out. we talked a little bit on saturday morning about how we hadn't really talked or hung out for the past couple of days, and i just thought it was because our schedules are both so different and so busy. but no, i come home that afternoon to find her packing boxes. go figure. i don't want to say anything bad about her, but she has no idea how much she hurt me, and i don't feel very forgiving. pretty much one of the worst days ever. i couldn't call my mom because she was in virginia, but i did find a few wonderful, beautiful friends with soft shoulders to cry on who listened to me for hours on end say how much i hate it here and i want to go home. i was completely serious then, and only half serious now.
but i don't think i could leave all the cute boys in my ward. (a few very wonderful games of volleyball today. sucking isn't always a bad thing...) but alas, #1 object of desire has acquired an object that i very much don't desire. a very very bad mustache. so sad, but i don't think it will stop me. hopefully he will shave it and i continue on my quest.
and my roommates are wicked cool. beth is very fun and makes me happy, myntilae is awesome and has wonderful guy stories and courtney never fails to entertain. did have a pregnant, married roommate not paying rent, but now it is just an engaged roommate who doesn't pay rent. we are like an animal shelter for displaced, maritally challenged people in provo. it's okay. as long as they don't hog the bathroom.
it may be a long time before i manage to pop another one of these out. despite a v. good day, just feeling exceptionally lonely at the moment. i don't think i would be anywhere but here right now (unless maybe waterskiing) but i can't say that i don't miss things the way they were; months ago, years ago. that's my problem with nostalgia creeping in again. i don't handle change well i have noticed.
just wish that i had remembered to pack a sewing kit; having trouble trying to glue my heart back together at the moment, and too many pieces have been scattered about for too long, that i may have to improvise.
i don't think that i will go through everything that has happened between last time and now. sufficeth to say, i made my money this summer, spent good time with family and friends, and kicked some serious butt out on lake sammamish on the slalom and wakeboard.
now i am here in provo. been here... week and a half maybe. classes are good. perhaps another time. except my italian teacher is wicked cool, he is really italian, his name is fabio, and we also have an art history class together.
my place is pretty cool. have a beautiful room all to myself. i didn't at first. but apparently i have a way of making people's lives miserable that even i can't comprehend. jen moved out. we talked a little bit on saturday morning about how we hadn't really talked or hung out for the past couple of days, and i just thought it was because our schedules are both so different and so busy. but no, i come home that afternoon to find her packing boxes. go figure. i don't want to say anything bad about her, but she has no idea how much she hurt me, and i don't feel very forgiving. pretty much one of the worst days ever. i couldn't call my mom because she was in virginia, but i did find a few wonderful, beautiful friends with soft shoulders to cry on who listened to me for hours on end say how much i hate it here and i want to go home. i was completely serious then, and only half serious now.
but i don't think i could leave all the cute boys in my ward. (a few very wonderful games of volleyball today. sucking isn't always a bad thing...) but alas, #1 object of desire has acquired an object that i very much don't desire. a very very bad mustache. so sad, but i don't think it will stop me. hopefully he will shave it and i continue on my quest.
and my roommates are wicked cool. beth is very fun and makes me happy, myntilae is awesome and has wonderful guy stories and courtney never fails to entertain. did have a pregnant, married roommate not paying rent, but now it is just an engaged roommate who doesn't pay rent. we are like an animal shelter for displaced, maritally challenged people in provo. it's okay. as long as they don't hog the bathroom.
it may be a long time before i manage to pop another one of these out. despite a v. good day, just feeling exceptionally lonely at the moment. i don't think i would be anywhere but here right now (unless maybe waterskiing) but i can't say that i don't miss things the way they were; months ago, years ago. that's my problem with nostalgia creeping in again. i don't handle change well i have noticed.
just wish that i had remembered to pack a sewing kit; having trouble trying to glue my heart back together at the moment, and too many pieces have been scattered about for too long, that i may have to improvise.