Around the bend
That's where everything seems to be at the moment, just out of reach... Thanksgiving. Seeing Matt. Getting into the School of Education. Ireland. Turning 21. Getting engaged.
Well, eh heh, some things are a bit further way than others. I'm still impatient for a break from this monotony, though. Perhaps some basic updates will suffice for today, considering I haven't written since ooooooh June 1st? Oops.
SCHOOLTIME: School has taken over my life. I have bunches of filler classes and one rather in-depth teaching practicum this semester, but they all require a metric shit-ton of busywork. I like Iroquois High, but driving there at 8:30 in the morning screws with my traditionally semi-nocturnal sleep schedule. All the nightly homework doesn't help with the getting up in the mornings, either - Don't tell Matt, but I'm having a torrid affair with my schoolwork...
LE OCCUPACION: I have a job! I'm a Softlines Bitch(tm) at Target! It was great at first, but they're giving me more hours with the holiday craze, and that mixes just GREAT with the I-need-to-get-A's-in-all-my-classes thing. Well, I don't need to persay, but the overachiever hiding somewhere (deep, deeep) within me thinks I have this need. I like it anyway, everyone is really sweet there. Organizing things mindlessly lets me take a mental break from everything else, and I get to shine in all my customer-helping glory. Thank God I look good in red.
BOY IN UNIFORM: Matthew is at Basic Training in Fort Benning, GA. I love him and miss him terribly... I'm tired of feeling lonely here for so many reasons. All of my roommates are stressed to their limits, so I always end up handing them tissues when they break down instead of getting a reinforcing hug for my own like I'd like to. It doesn't help that everyone keeps telling me how terrible Basic is... Matt's sent me letters, but telling me someone in his barracks hung himself is NOT exactly comforting. December 16, he can come see me on December 16... Gah, waiting another month? I shall overcome... Listen to me, I make a comparison between my petty trouble and the strife of the civil rights movement. What a selfish bitch.
Looks like I need to start taking my zoloft again.
I cannot WAIT for break, for the damn semester to be over... Looking forward to lots of coffee time, so be forewarned, you Woosterites. Time to do some laundry and then an enjoyable 10-hour shift at Target - let me know you're all alive, okay? I miss people. Lots. Like a kid at fat camp misses cake.
Well, eh heh, some things are a bit further way than others. I'm still impatient for a break from this monotony, though. Perhaps some basic updates will suffice for today, considering I haven't written since ooooooh June 1st? Oops.
SCHOOLTIME: School has taken over my life. I have bunches of filler classes and one rather in-depth teaching practicum this semester, but they all require a metric shit-ton of busywork. I like Iroquois High, but driving there at 8:30 in the morning screws with my traditionally semi-nocturnal sleep schedule. All the nightly homework doesn't help with the getting up in the mornings, either - Don't tell Matt, but I'm having a torrid affair with my schoolwork...
LE OCCUPACION: I have a job! I'm a Softlines Bitch(tm) at Target! It was great at first, but they're giving me more hours with the holiday craze, and that mixes just GREAT with the I-need-to-get-A's-in-all-my-classes thing. Well, I don't need to persay, but the overachiever hiding somewhere (deep, deeep) within me thinks I have this need. I like it anyway, everyone is really sweet there. Organizing things mindlessly lets me take a mental break from everything else, and I get to shine in all my customer-helping glory. Thank God I look good in red.
BOY IN UNIFORM: Matthew is at Basic Training in Fort Benning, GA. I love him and miss him terribly... I'm tired of feeling lonely here for so many reasons. All of my roommates are stressed to their limits, so I always end up handing them tissues when they break down instead of getting a reinforcing hug for my own like I'd like to. It doesn't help that everyone keeps telling me how terrible Basic is... Matt's sent me letters, but telling me someone in his barracks hung himself is NOT exactly comforting. December 16, he can come see me on December 16... Gah, waiting another month? I shall overcome... Listen to me, I make a comparison between my petty trouble and the strife of the civil rights movement. What a selfish bitch.
Looks like I need to start taking my zoloft again.
I cannot WAIT for break, for the damn semester to be over... Looking forward to lots of coffee time, so be forewarned, you Woosterites. Time to do some laundry and then an enjoyable 10-hour shift at Target - let me know you're all alive, okay? I miss people. Lots. Like a kid at fat camp misses cake.