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So, I'm a little stuffy today. I blame my father. He was sick last weekend and now I am stuffy. It could be worse. Moving on.
I just got my grades: 4.0---BOOM, SUCKAS! Yay for being gone 3 solid weeks of a semester and taking the hardest load ever and still (somehow...and not sure as to how) got the grades I wanted. I'm getting nothing for Christmas because I'm getting all my gifts this semester!
This past weekend I went home. I brought Jenny home on Friday and she stayed until late Saturday afternoon. Holy crap do the parents love her. My mom took pictures of us. This is unlike her. She went home to be with her mom on Mother's Day (totally understandable). However, I wish she would've gone with me to church.
***The following needs to happen due to therapeutic reasons. I'm a counselor. Deal.***
I sang and it went well and for the first time I felt FREE while doing so. I feel this way every time I sing at Jenny's church but not my own. I always felt contained. This Sunday--that went away, finally. One woman came up to me after the service and said, "You look so much happier." It's because I am. I'm still given "looks", however, due to the one we don't speak about. It is so annoying. If they only knew. I just wish it would end. Because it has for me. Others are perpetuating it. Unfair. All of it. The looks, the nervous feeling entering Harrisburg. Maybe its all me. I'm sure it is. I just want this flip flop stomach cramp to end because of a mere ex. On Monday she wrote me this extremely "forced" e-mail telling me that I did a "good job" on my song since she "didn't get to tell me after the service." Nice yet lame gesture. Glad to be done with that. I got out just in time.
******************Therapy over.**************************************************
This upcoming Saturday I have to usher this old lady around for like 4 hours on Saturday for my internship. Oh, in case you don't have or notice on facebook and check it out 687 times a day like me, I am working an internship at the Alumni Center at WKU. Its been fun, but they've pissed off this really rich old woman. SO, for this Golden Anniversary Celebration (since she was in the class of 1956), I have to take care of her and make sure she has a "good time" as my boss said. Alright sir, but no funny business---unless she has moves. I hope she has moves.
Life is good.
I just got my grades: 4.0---BOOM, SUCKAS! Yay for being gone 3 solid weeks of a semester and taking the hardest load ever and still (somehow...and not sure as to how) got the grades I wanted. I'm getting nothing for Christmas because I'm getting all my gifts this semester!
This past weekend I went home. I brought Jenny home on Friday and she stayed until late Saturday afternoon. Holy crap do the parents love her. My mom took pictures of us. This is unlike her. She went home to be with her mom on Mother's Day (totally understandable). However, I wish she would've gone with me to church.
***The following needs to happen due to therapeutic reasons. I'm a counselor. Deal.***
I sang and it went well and for the first time I felt FREE while doing so. I feel this way every time I sing at Jenny's church but not my own. I always felt contained. This Sunday--that went away, finally. One woman came up to me after the service and said, "You look so much happier." It's because I am. I'm still given "looks", however, due to the one we don't speak about. It is so annoying. If they only knew. I just wish it would end. Because it has for me. Others are perpetuating it. Unfair. All of it. The looks, the nervous feeling entering Harrisburg. Maybe its all me. I'm sure it is. I just want this flip flop stomach cramp to end because of a mere ex. On Monday she wrote me this extremely "forced" e-mail telling me that I did a "good job" on my song since she "didn't get to tell me after the service." Nice yet lame gesture. Glad to be done with that. I got out just in time.
******************Therapy over.**************************************************
This upcoming Saturday I have to usher this old lady around for like 4 hours on Saturday for my internship. Oh, in case you don't have or notice on facebook and check it out 687 times a day like me, I am working an internship at the Alumni Center at WKU. Its been fun, but they've pissed off this really rich old woman. SO, for this Golden Anniversary Celebration (since she was in the class of 1956), I have to take care of her and make sure she has a "good time" as my boss said. Alright sir, but no funny business---unless she has moves. I hope she has moves.
Life is good.