More in My Life
Tuition's due for Fall semester on Friday. Once again I've sold my soul to torture myself with another year at school. Gotta make sure everything's straightened out with the loan people before then. I'm guesstimating I'll be about $90,000 in debt when I leave. Also, gotta setup our phone/DSL with Bell South today so we can take advantage of their free month/activation fee/modem thing. We'll be paying for a couple days we're not there, but we'll save $200 and its by far worth it. Plus we'll have everything ready to go when we arrive so it will be nice.
I think I'm going to take Friday off this week. I've been so tired and depressed. I think its because of the anticipation of returning back to school. Not in a bad way, but its turned into this funk that I can't do what I want to do now. And it spills over into all my other problems.
At least this is a pay week. I'm supposed to go out with my friends on Saturday to see "American Wedding." Since our plans to go to Myrtle Beach fell apart, this will probably be the last time I see a lot of them until Christmas or next summer. Unless my friend Randy has a birthday party the weekend I leave like I was trying to press him into :) Sometimes I think life at school would be so much better if I could transport my group of friends down to Florida with me, then their would be no reason for me to come home. Then again, I wouldn't have met all the people I have down at school and made a whole new group of friends. Most people say they don't hang on to their high school friends, considering some of us have been friends for seventeen or eighteen years, and the ones that haven't been, it seems that long, I think we'll hang on to each other. We've lost touch with a few people, but the core of the group stays intact.
Seeing my friends may be one of the few reasons I'd come back for Christmas. Other than this job that I have now, the prospect of spending three weeks with my family again has few rewards. I know I can make more money coming back here and working, but I think my sanity plays a large role in that as well. But maybe I don't have to come home for the entire break. I can just do Christmas week and the week after and come back. I love my family, I just think I've reached this point in my life where I can't live with them anymore. My mom says that's natural, and I suppose it is. When I come home, I feel like I'm still seventeen and nothing's changed. How else can you explain my father telling me I need to go to bed so I can get up in the morning? I haven't had a bedtime in like ten years, and its infrequent that I don't get up in time. Oh well, I guess that's his way of showing affection. I imagine its hard for these people who watched me grow up see me as closer to their equal than someone who is in constant need of supervision and assistance. I empathize, but it doesn't mean its not highly aggravating sometimes.
Today song is the hymn we sung in church on Saturday. It has a two-part melody in the chorus that pops up in my head at odd times since then. Not particularly one of my favorite hymns, but not one I dislike either. Whatever the status of my views about religion, I have to say I like Christian music. One of the reasons I like Catholic mass at school (other than that Father Doug's homily is short, sweet and to the point) is that almost everything is sung.
I think I'm going to take Friday off this week. I've been so tired and depressed. I think its because of the anticipation of returning back to school. Not in a bad way, but its turned into this funk that I can't do what I want to do now. And it spills over into all my other problems.
At least this is a pay week. I'm supposed to go out with my friends on Saturday to see "American Wedding." Since our plans to go to Myrtle Beach fell apart, this will probably be the last time I see a lot of them until Christmas or next summer. Unless my friend Randy has a birthday party the weekend I leave like I was trying to press him into :) Sometimes I think life at school would be so much better if I could transport my group of friends down to Florida with me, then their would be no reason for me to come home. Then again, I wouldn't have met all the people I have down at school and made a whole new group of friends. Most people say they don't hang on to their high school friends, considering some of us have been friends for seventeen or eighteen years, and the ones that haven't been, it seems that long, I think we'll hang on to each other. We've lost touch with a few people, but the core of the group stays intact.
Seeing my friends may be one of the few reasons I'd come back for Christmas. Other than this job that I have now, the prospect of spending three weeks with my family again has few rewards. I know I can make more money coming back here and working, but I think my sanity plays a large role in that as well. But maybe I don't have to come home for the entire break. I can just do Christmas week and the week after and come back. I love my family, I just think I've reached this point in my life where I can't live with them anymore. My mom says that's natural, and I suppose it is. When I come home, I feel like I'm still seventeen and nothing's changed. How else can you explain my father telling me I need to go to bed so I can get up in the morning? I haven't had a bedtime in like ten years, and its infrequent that I don't get up in time. Oh well, I guess that's his way of showing affection. I imagine its hard for these people who watched me grow up see me as closer to their equal than someone who is in constant need of supervision and assistance. I empathize, but it doesn't mean its not highly aggravating sometimes.
Today song is the hymn we sung in church on Saturday. It has a two-part melody in the chorus that pops up in my head at odd times since then. Not particularly one of my favorite hymns, but not one I dislike either. Whatever the status of my views about religion, I have to say I like Christian music. One of the reasons I like Catholic mass at school (other than that Father Doug's homily is short, sweet and to the point) is that almost everything is sung.