All my nights feel the same...
... and I don't think that's the way it's meant to be... do you?
I mean, something's wrong when a Tuesday night and a Saturday night are indistinguishable from each other, right? I don't have that much school work, my job is 24/7, there's stuff going on every night at Smith that has about the same feeling (ie. "Do something fun/Get to know people around Smith/Learn about something new"). Not that this is necessarily a bad thing. It just feels kind of weird. I can't even feel apprehensive about the days when I do have classes. The only problem is that I'm always feeling tired, and I wish it weren't so. I'd REALLY like to not feel tired in a class, especially when there's no reason for it.
In other news.
I wish things weren't being so damn weird and awkward between me and Jeff. Jeff being the guy who I have not even the remotest ideas of getting into a relationship with. And I'm fine with that, despite the funny/odd conversations we've had that drag my crush on him through brambles and dusty, dusty little side-paths. I just like conversation with him. He's fun as all get-out. Whatever that simile's actually supposed to refer to...
I have a cold. I have a cold that isn't really a cold and isn't really going away. It's just sitting at the back of my throat, in the hollow of my chest, in my breathing-tubes. Ugh. Stop. I don't want you around.
Mummy, Auntie Juds, Auntie Winsome, Grandad, Daddy, Rudy, Craig, Kristal and Greg are coming up for family weekend. And for to celebrate our collective birthdays.
That being:
Mum - Sept. 7th
Grandad - Sept. 28th
Me - Oct. 12th
Kristal - Oct. 15th
Greg - Oct. 17th
Rudy - Oct. 29th(?)
Auntie Winsome - Oct. 31st
This should be interesting. It's my "coming-of-age," so that's why it's happening here. Also, I have the most space. Well, except for Grandad, but it would've been harder to get to GA.
I'm excited to see everyone, but more than that, I just keep remembering Craig's 13th birthday and the absolute hilarity of that event. I want hilarity. I want coming-of-age stories and MUCH hilarity. I don't want an American turning-21, cos that just involves alcohol and stupidity. I want it done the family way.
Ooh, hey, I should invite both Dee and Gerry... hmmm....
Okay, I'm off to watch The Exorcist with Nessa.
I reek of perfume. Ew, Naomi.
I mean, something's wrong when a Tuesday night and a Saturday night are indistinguishable from each other, right? I don't have that much school work, my job is 24/7, there's stuff going on every night at Smith that has about the same feeling (ie. "Do something fun/Get to know people around Smith/Learn about something new"). Not that this is necessarily a bad thing. It just feels kind of weird. I can't even feel apprehensive about the days when I do have classes. The only problem is that I'm always feeling tired, and I wish it weren't so. I'd REALLY like to not feel tired in a class, especially when there's no reason for it.
In other news.
I wish things weren't being so damn weird and awkward between me and Jeff. Jeff being the guy who I have not even the remotest ideas of getting into a relationship with. And I'm fine with that, despite the funny/odd conversations we've had that drag my crush on him through brambles and dusty, dusty little side-paths. I just like conversation with him. He's fun as all get-out. Whatever that simile's actually supposed to refer to...
I have a cold. I have a cold that isn't really a cold and isn't really going away. It's just sitting at the back of my throat, in the hollow of my chest, in my breathing-tubes. Ugh. Stop. I don't want you around.
Mummy, Auntie Juds, Auntie Winsome, Grandad, Daddy, Rudy, Craig, Kristal and Greg are coming up for family weekend. And for to celebrate our collective birthdays.
That being:
Mum - Sept. 7th
Grandad - Sept. 28th
Me - Oct. 12th
Kristal - Oct. 15th
Greg - Oct. 17th
Rudy - Oct. 29th(?)
Auntie Winsome - Oct. 31st
This should be interesting. It's my "coming-of-age," so that's why it's happening here. Also, I have the most space. Well, except for Grandad, but it would've been harder to get to GA.
I'm excited to see everyone, but more than that, I just keep remembering Craig's 13th birthday and the absolute hilarity of that event. I want hilarity. I want coming-of-age stories and MUCH hilarity. I don't want an American turning-21, cos that just involves alcohol and stupidity. I want it done the family way.
Ooh, hey, I should invite both Dee and Gerry... hmmm....
Okay, I'm off to watch The Exorcist with Nessa.
I reek of perfume. Ew, Naomi.