Holy crap, I suck at keeping a journal!
Well, I'm finally back.
To update for anyone lame enough to care about my life: graduated, worked all summer, discovered that non profit work (even if it's a cause you support) is not all it's cracked up to be when your bosses are fucking morons, broke up with the boy when we both sat down and realized that we just did not have what it took to make a cross state long distance relationship work, fought with the step-parental, cried, made up, promised to do better, and arrived here for grad school and now it's been an official month as a grown up in my own apartment(which my parents are paying for and I share w/ a roommate, but still NOT A DORM!)
Is all that reason enough for a four month gap?
Now for the good stuff.
1. I love grad school. My profs rock like a rockin' thing. It's stressful as hell and I have more homework than I ever had, but it's so fun and the stuff I'm studying is so cool, that I don't even care that I'm up at six every morning.
2. My roomie is totally awesome and is my brain twin we have that much in common. My first week here, to celebrate surviving classes, we gorged ourselves on Thai food and stayed up until 1 a.m watching Gone w/ the Wind for the millionth time each and talking about our favorite books.
3. I just started taking a spin class and have already lost five pounds and I've never slept better or had more energy. My instructor is a cross between a drill sargeant and a four year old on a suger high. He pushes us to the max, but he's so enthusiastic that he's right there with us, laughing his head off.
4. I recently decided to convert to vegetarianism. I've been contemplating it for ages, but was too scared to try. Something about already being a raging feminist hippie activist, I feared taking that final step into stereotype land. But the roomie's one and she's promised to hold my hand through the proccess. She swears once I get over the initial, "OMG, I'm going to kill a hobo if I don't get a cheeseburger" cravings, I'll feel amazing. All those toxins and impurities leaving my system.
5. My grandmother died. Before anyone freaks out, I don't mean "Yay, the bitch is dead." But, the woman was 82 yrs old and she'd been so sick and in such pain forever. She went peacefully in her sleep surrounded by family and in the arms of her husband of sixty years. As she was going, she swore she could see heaven. According to her, it's a huge bookshop. Now, if that doesn'tmake me no longer fear death, I don't know what will. I've had my past issues with Gram, the meddling old biddy, but at the end she surprised me. There was a lot more going on up there than I gave her credit for. I can see now why I was named for her.
So, that's it for now.
To update for anyone lame enough to care about my life: graduated, worked all summer, discovered that non profit work (even if it's a cause you support) is not all it's cracked up to be when your bosses are fucking morons, broke up with the boy when we both sat down and realized that we just did not have what it took to make a cross state long distance relationship work, fought with the step-parental, cried, made up, promised to do better, and arrived here for grad school and now it's been an official month as a grown up in my own apartment(which my parents are paying for and I share w/ a roommate, but still NOT A DORM!)
Is all that reason enough for a four month gap?
Now for the good stuff.
1. I love grad school. My profs rock like a rockin' thing. It's stressful as hell and I have more homework than I ever had, but it's so fun and the stuff I'm studying is so cool, that I don't even care that I'm up at six every morning.
2. My roomie is totally awesome and is my brain twin we have that much in common. My first week here, to celebrate surviving classes, we gorged ourselves on Thai food and stayed up until 1 a.m watching Gone w/ the Wind for the millionth time each and talking about our favorite books.
3. I just started taking a spin class and have already lost five pounds and I've never slept better or had more energy. My instructor is a cross between a drill sargeant and a four year old on a suger high. He pushes us to the max, but he's so enthusiastic that he's right there with us, laughing his head off.
4. I recently decided to convert to vegetarianism. I've been contemplating it for ages, but was too scared to try. Something about already being a raging feminist hippie activist, I feared taking that final step into stereotype land. But the roomie's one and she's promised to hold my hand through the proccess. She swears once I get over the initial, "OMG, I'm going to kill a hobo if I don't get a cheeseburger" cravings, I'll feel amazing. All those toxins and impurities leaving my system.
5. My grandmother died. Before anyone freaks out, I don't mean "Yay, the bitch is dead." But, the woman was 82 yrs old and she'd been so sick and in such pain forever. She went peacefully in her sleep surrounded by family and in the arms of her husband of sixty years. As she was going, she swore she could see heaven. According to her, it's a huge bookshop. Now, if that doesn'tmake me no longer fear death, I don't know what will. I've had my past issues with Gram, the meddling old biddy, but at the end she surprised me. There was a lot more going on up there than I gave her credit for. I can see now why I was named for her.
So, that's it for now.