Overall theme, overall scheme....
My mother is coming to my college today. She's probably somewhere in Pennsylvania at the moment. Which means I have 6-ish hours to finish reading four books for my political science final tomorrow, so that I can entertain her sufficiently when she comes. (She's spending the night and then we're driving back home tomorrow, after my last test.)
My stomach is all a-rumble in nervousness and I can't pinpoint what nervousness it is, exactly. My mother meeting my friends here or my mother being a sign that I'm leaving them or my mother being a sign of going back to friends at home...
Last night the roommate who is still here told me a story about a boy ( The maybe crush one.) It made me confess my own crush and giggle as she proclaimed "He's the One!" She has this concept of me dating one boy in college, in a perfectly drama-free relationship that lasts until something incredibly practical and drama-free breaks us apart. She thinks that he is that One, that we are perfect for each other, because we are both horribly disfunctional. Last night I happily agreed and drifted off to sleep imagining all the amazingly odd encounters that might happen next. I don't really think he's the One (or that there is a One,) I just like the challenge of finding ways around our disfunctions. Except they inevitably involve one of us growing out of a disfunction or two, which makes it so much less fun.
My stomach is all a-rumble in nervousness and I can't pinpoint what nervousness it is, exactly. My mother meeting my friends here or my mother being a sign that I'm leaving them or my mother being a sign of going back to friends at home...
Last night the roommate who is still here told me a story about a boy ( The maybe crush one.) It made me confess my own crush and giggle as she proclaimed "He's the One!" She has this concept of me dating one boy in college, in a perfectly drama-free relationship that lasts until something incredibly practical and drama-free breaks us apart. She thinks that he is that One, that we are perfect for each other, because we are both horribly disfunctional. Last night I happily agreed and drifted off to sleep imagining all the amazingly odd encounters that might happen next. I don't really think he's the One (or that there is a One,) I just like the challenge of finding ways around our disfunctions. Except they inevitably involve one of us growing out of a disfunction or two, which makes it so much less fun.