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Today was just one of those days. You know, the kind where you want nothing more then to curl up in bed and have a good cry. Maybe you don't know, but regardless - thats what it was like. And I did have my little cry about an hour ago. It wasn't in bed, but it was good enough. Quiet so nobody asks me any questions. Thats how I prefer to cry. I don't even know why it was that I did completely. Just a culmination of lots of small things I guess. And the truth is, life is good. Maybe not exactly what I want it to be right now, but its good and I can't complain.
I'm here. Settled in for the most part. I have two beta fish. My bed is comfortable. My desk is big. The new building is a major step up from shitty upper quad. Its really cold though, and we cant control the AC. Classes should be good,but challenging. I'm glad I took a lighter course load this semester. The roomies rock...for the most part anyway. I miss my parents and my brother like crazy, but I love being here. I don't see Charlie enough, but hopefully that will change. He bought me a wooden yo-yo that I play with all the time now. Theres nothing like a good old fashion yo-yo to make a bad day a little bit better.
This is my last week before everything kicks in full swing. Recruitment recruitment recruitment followed by dance team tryouts and then of course, dance team starts. As much as I hate feeling busy and swamped. Its good for me to stay so busy. It keeps me motivated and on top of things. Not to mention it keeps my mind from wandering...which can be a very dangerous thing.
I decided on marta today that id really like to write a piece of fiction...
I'm here. Settled in for the most part. I have two beta fish. My bed is comfortable. My desk is big. The new building is a major step up from shitty upper quad. Its really cold though, and we cant control the AC. Classes should be good,but challenging. I'm glad I took a lighter course load this semester. The roomies rock...for the most part anyway. I miss my parents and my brother like crazy, but I love being here. I don't see Charlie enough, but hopefully that will change. He bought me a wooden yo-yo that I play with all the time now. Theres nothing like a good old fashion yo-yo to make a bad day a little bit better.
This is my last week before everything kicks in full swing. Recruitment recruitment recruitment followed by dance team tryouts and then of course, dance team starts. As much as I hate feeling busy and swamped. Its good for me to stay so busy. It keeps me motivated and on top of things. Not to mention it keeps my mind from wandering...which can be a very dangerous thing.
I decided on marta today that id really like to write a piece of fiction...