Greensboro again. Shoeless dammit.
It feels like i only write in this when i'm at home anymore. Probably because honestly this is the only place where i take the time to stop and think and assess everything. School... doesnt feel like home yet. It feels transitional. There are always things going on, and always people around, and time flys by so fast that days dont feel like days anymore, just a long connected period of time during which you have to go to class every once in a while. Complete lack of sleep schedule might have something to do with that as well. I'm finding that i'm almost scared to be alone now, like if i am i'll just fall apart. Honestly, this is probably a good thing because aloneness isnt really an option. There have been upwards of five people in my room every night for the past week. Which i remember hazily, at best.
But now here i am, in my room in greensboro, alone with the dogs. The puppy has grown a lot, by the way. Liz, it has hardly any resemblance to the hamster-seal we gave milk to. The tate street festival was yesterday, which was fun in that me and Rachel ran into what appeared to be the majority of people we left when we went away for college. Everybody seems happy enough. But then, so do we i guess. Dinner with my parents friends, movies with Thomas, and then lunch with Thomas today at our old work (wierd! but still delicious). Then shopping for something to wear at the model UN conference in Mexico next week. Formal business attire for women is a) confusing b) expensive and c) depressingly not sexy. Ah well.
So on the whole its been an interesting and productive visit. Now i'm just killing time until people feel like driving back to UNCA, probably around 8:30. Another week there, then back for the weekend (fall break, so monday and tuesday too.) I have such mixed feelings about coming home these days. I care way too much about some shit that probably should be meaningless, and keep ending up brilliantly happy and then fucked over, and i know i should stop putting myself through it, but.. eh. I've also determined that i'm the quintessential tragically romantic teenage girl. Which pisses me off, cause i spent forever being like, psh, emotions, i dont have to deal with that shit. And now i'm karmatically (is that a word?) paying for it by falling for people way too hard. Sigh. Ah well. Oh yeah, and i lost the only pair of shoes i wear. Go me.
But now here i am, in my room in greensboro, alone with the dogs. The puppy has grown a lot, by the way. Liz, it has hardly any resemblance to the hamster-seal we gave milk to. The tate street festival was yesterday, which was fun in that me and Rachel ran into what appeared to be the majority of people we left when we went away for college. Everybody seems happy enough. But then, so do we i guess. Dinner with my parents friends, movies with Thomas, and then lunch with Thomas today at our old work (wierd! but still delicious). Then shopping for something to wear at the model UN conference in Mexico next week. Formal business attire for women is a) confusing b) expensive and c) depressingly not sexy. Ah well.
So on the whole its been an interesting and productive visit. Now i'm just killing time until people feel like driving back to UNCA, probably around 8:30. Another week there, then back for the weekend (fall break, so monday and tuesday too.) I have such mixed feelings about coming home these days. I care way too much about some shit that probably should be meaningless, and keep ending up brilliantly happy and then fucked over, and i know i should stop putting myself through it, but.. eh. I've also determined that i'm the quintessential tragically romantic teenage girl. Which pisses me off, cause i spent forever being like, psh, emotions, i dont have to deal with that shit. And now i'm karmatically (is that a word?) paying for it by falling for people way too hard. Sigh. Ah well. Oh yeah, and i lost the only pair of shoes i wear. Go me.