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Well, since everyone else has posted about their first week experiences and how amazing it all is, I felt the need to do so as well... so I don't feel like so much of a loser.
I guess one could say my first week was rather eventful. I moved in Saturday morning with the parents. Saturday night, my friend Amanda and I attempted to go out and get drunk, but all the frats were looking pretty sketch with their huge "Welcome Freshman Girls" signs. Yeah, so we returned to her dorm in dismay. I called a few people, but that was to no avail. Then Steve and I hung out... ended up making out (& etc) on some sketch helo-pad in downtown Bloomsburg. ::sigh::
I rationalized the last portion of that paragraph in my head later. I was so just frustrated and depressed about the whole Lauren thing, that I just didn't care what the fuck I did.
Anyway, Classes started and that meant the start of concert choir, in which I am the "historian." Basically, I get to take pictures at our concerts and make a scrapbook at the end of the year! Whoot. It's a rather light load this semester with only 4 classes, choir, plus some clubs, etc. Brit Lit 2 is gonna kick my ass. Calling it now. Poetry's my FAVORITE class, besides choir. Then I have Intro to Astronomy, which is nothing like I thought it would be (though not to the extent of "environmental physics fuckin last semester). Finally, there's Theory 2, which should be challenging, but worth it.
I am still extremely enamored with this girl Alicia in choir with me. Sadly, she will be student teaching in the Spring, soo this is her last semester in choir. =( I need to do something. What? I don't know. Speaking of women, Lauren is finally set on what she's gonna do. She is registered Active Duty which means there is absolutely no turning back and when she November 8th, it will be for 5 years. She'll be stationed in California. I just might die.
Oh, the highlight of my week was by far Tuesday night. My friend Drew celebrated his 22nd birthday. He had a party at his apartment. Let's just say I and many of my friends got pretty damn shit-faced. =) (see facebook for photos).
I'm at a turning point in my life right now. I'm stuck between the letting her go and the endurance of hope. I need to turn over a new leaf. I need to move on. I tried, but no one can compare to her. My God, no one. What will I do?
Shit.
I guess one could say my first week was rather eventful. I moved in Saturday morning with the parents. Saturday night, my friend Amanda and I attempted to go out and get drunk, but all the frats were looking pretty sketch with their huge "Welcome Freshman Girls" signs. Yeah, so we returned to her dorm in dismay. I called a few people, but that was to no avail. Then Steve and I hung out... ended up making out (& etc) on some sketch helo-pad in downtown Bloomsburg. ::sigh::
I rationalized the last portion of that paragraph in my head later. I was so just frustrated and depressed about the whole Lauren thing, that I just didn't care what the fuck I did.
Anyway, Classes started and that meant the start of concert choir, in which I am the "historian." Basically, I get to take pictures at our concerts and make a scrapbook at the end of the year! Whoot. It's a rather light load this semester with only 4 classes, choir, plus some clubs, etc. Brit Lit 2 is gonna kick my ass. Calling it now. Poetry's my FAVORITE class, besides choir. Then I have Intro to Astronomy, which is nothing like I thought it would be (though not to the extent of "environmental physics fuckin last semester). Finally, there's Theory 2, which should be challenging, but worth it.
I am still extremely enamored with this girl Alicia in choir with me. Sadly, she will be student teaching in the Spring, soo this is her last semester in choir. =( I need to do something. What? I don't know. Speaking of women, Lauren is finally set on what she's gonna do. She is registered Active Duty which means there is absolutely no turning back and when she November 8th, it will be for 5 years. She'll be stationed in California. I just might die.
Oh, the highlight of my week was by far Tuesday night. My friend Drew celebrated his 22nd birthday. He had a party at his apartment. Let's just say I and many of my friends got pretty damn shit-faced. =) (see facebook for photos).
I'm at a turning point in my life right now. I'm stuck between the letting her go and the endurance of hope. I need to turn over a new leaf. I need to move on. I tried, but no one can compare to her. My God, no one. What will I do?
Shit.