Goodbye
Well, I'm sitting here eating my very last piece of my favorite japanese melon candy I got in new york. Aw, I'll miss it!
Here is an example of why I hate school so much: Sunday, if I could have done whatever I wanted, I would have gotten some groceries and driven to smicksburgh and gone to the beautiful yarn shop there and got stuff to make myself a winter hat and then had a cute little amish lunch and then came back home to knit all night and watch Tokyo Godfathers with Emily, but instead I sat in the living room and read until the type on the pages started looking blurry and I nearly lost my mind. I can't wait until my evenings and days off are just mine.
I'm so busy lately I can't really bring myself to get around to writing in here more than once a week. I really don't do anything but homework.
Yesterday Emily and Julianne and I went to the caf for fondue and it was cancelled. And then there was nothing else good to eat. And then all the desserts sucked. And then, to really top it off, the ice cream holder thing was broken. It was really a disaster.
Why do people just keep doing the same wrong things over and over? Why can't they see that they lie about/to themselves and that the things they can't understand and hate in others they do all the time. If I'm like this, please tell me.
I walked with emily through the art building the other day. It makes me sad that I have to forfeit taking classes I really think would make me happier or enrich my life for things like research writing and the dynamic earth. Why does money have to matter so much?
I love knitting. But from now on, no more patterns with lots of mistakes, if I have to frog these underwear one more time I might lose it. I can't wait for this weekend, Saturday is going to be the best. I'm going to pittsburgh all day, handmade arcade craft show during the day and going to see the opera that night. If I can just make it till then...
Here is an example of why I hate school so much: Sunday, if I could have done whatever I wanted, I would have gotten some groceries and driven to smicksburgh and gone to the beautiful yarn shop there and got stuff to make myself a winter hat and then had a cute little amish lunch and then came back home to knit all night and watch Tokyo Godfathers with Emily, but instead I sat in the living room and read until the type on the pages started looking blurry and I nearly lost my mind. I can't wait until my evenings and days off are just mine.
I'm so busy lately I can't really bring myself to get around to writing in here more than once a week. I really don't do anything but homework.
Yesterday Emily and Julianne and I went to the caf for fondue and it was cancelled. And then there was nothing else good to eat. And then all the desserts sucked. And then, to really top it off, the ice cream holder thing was broken. It was really a disaster.
Why do people just keep doing the same wrong things over and over? Why can't they see that they lie about/to themselves and that the things they can't understand and hate in others they do all the time. If I'm like this, please tell me.
I walked with emily through the art building the other day. It makes me sad that I have to forfeit taking classes I really think would make me happier or enrich my life for things like research writing and the dynamic earth. Why does money have to matter so much?
I love knitting. But from now on, no more patterns with lots of mistakes, if I have to frog these underwear one more time I might lose it. I can't wait for this weekend, Saturday is going to be the best. I'm going to pittsburgh all day, handmade arcade craft show during the day and going to see the opera that night. If I can just make it till then...