HOOOOO OOOOO KAAAA AHHHHHH
Fuck, it’s strange to be back. I feel like no time has passed, except that at the same it OBVIOUSLY HAS because some things are different, and a lot of things that are still the same now seem weird.
Being back with my friends and my family feels like coming in from a blizzard, wrapping a warm fuzzy blanket around myself, and crawling into bed with a hot water bottle and a cup of tea. I don’t think I realized just how much I missed them until I had them back. And in a year, I have to leave again. For good, this time. I’m kind of freaking out. ADULTHOOD, I FAIL AT IT.
I was hanging out with the medieval studies majors today. And you know it’s been like two years since I was really BFFs with them, what with my poor life choices/drama sophomore year and then being gone this year, but they are still pretty much the coolest group of people at my university. It makes me wish I was a medieval studies major because they are SO FUN AND AWESOME. Way more fun than the classics majors. TOO BAD ANCIENT GREEK ATE MY HEART LIKE LADY GAGA AND THERE IS NO GOING BACK.
Actually, it’s NOT too bad because learning Ancient Greek was the best thing that ever happened to me. EVER. κλέος ἄφθιτον, bitches.
I met with one of my profs this morning to discuss grad school and it is making me super jittery/excited/like I want to shit my pants. There are SO many possibilities and SO many opportunities to fuck up. I still have too many interests, but I feel like maybe I can make it work? I just need to find a department that’s willing to let me get all interdisciplinary.
The million dollar question is, why the fuck do I have “Government Hooker” on repeat?
I don’t know.
I’M GOING TO DRINK MY TEARS TONIGHT.
I’M GOING TO DRINK MY TEARS AND CRY.
PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME, JOHN F. KENNEDY.
Being back with my friends and my family feels like coming in from a blizzard, wrapping a warm fuzzy blanket around myself, and crawling into bed with a hot water bottle and a cup of tea. I don’t think I realized just how much I missed them until I had them back. And in a year, I have to leave again. For good, this time. I’m kind of freaking out. ADULTHOOD, I FAIL AT IT.
I was hanging out with the medieval studies majors today. And you know it’s been like two years since I was really BFFs with them, what with my poor life choices/drama sophomore year and then being gone this year, but they are still pretty much the coolest group of people at my university. It makes me wish I was a medieval studies major because they are SO FUN AND AWESOME. Way more fun than the classics majors. TOO BAD ANCIENT GREEK ATE MY HEART LIKE LADY GAGA AND THERE IS NO GOING BACK.
Actually, it’s NOT too bad because learning Ancient Greek was the best thing that ever happened to me. EVER. κλέος ἄφθιτον, bitches.
I met with one of my profs this morning to discuss grad school and it is making me super jittery/excited/like I want to shit my pants. There are SO many possibilities and SO many opportunities to fuck up. I still have too many interests, but I feel like maybe I can make it work? I just need to find a department that’s willing to let me get all interdisciplinary.
The million dollar question is, why the fuck do I have “Government Hooker” on repeat?
I don’t know.
I’M GOING TO DRINK MY TEARS TONIGHT.
I’M GOING TO DRINK MY TEARS AND CRY.
PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME, JOHN F. KENNEDY.