the wind down before the wind up
So I've accomplished a lot in the past few days. I've even had many an opportunity to peer into more of my unfortunate character flaws so that I can be more aware of things I should avoid. I have a few more stories to lock away in my super secret vault of crazy stories that only a few choice people know about.
It's kind of insane how much I feel like I've grown in just the past semester. Heck, tomorrow is the day I've marked to really dive head first into finding myself a job and making sure that things get lined up the way they need to, while at the same time taking a nice pace at it in order to make sure that this is what God has in store for me. Would I be disappointed if it turns out I'm really supposed to stay in Nashville? Probably for awhile. But you know what? I could probably deal. I mean it would still suck because NYC is all I've ever dreamed of, but I think I've finally gotten to the point where I really understand that either way I just need to get the job done, you know?
Plus, if I were to stay in Nashville, the guys at Tarboosh told me I could work at the new place they're working on opening (which would be complete with club/hookah lounge/full bar/etc) and be like a manager or something. Wicked. Haha.
I haven't really mentioned much about the whole Tarboosh thing. It's kind of something that I've found to be really relaxing. That, and (this will be funny to say) I've finally found a place that's not just full of white kids in this city. I found a little bit of non-white culture where I can sit and pick their brains for awhile. And I must say, kicking back with Egyptians, enjoying some hookah/hummus and figuring out what their life is like is really kind of awesome. I was hanging out with these guys until like 5am and just listening to the stories that these guys have just blows me away. That, and that Clemont guy who works there is just too incredibly adorable for words (we all know how much I can't get enough of skinny boys).
So yeah, I get to be the judge tomorrow in moot court because Dr. Harrington is stuck in Chicago. That's kind of strange. Hope I don't screw that mess up, you know??
Here's to Denison Marrs still ruling school in my heart after all these years. (I sure hope my mom can find my old school DM shirt with the astronaut on it. That would totally rule.)
It's kind of insane how much I feel like I've grown in just the past semester. Heck, tomorrow is the day I've marked to really dive head first into finding myself a job and making sure that things get lined up the way they need to, while at the same time taking a nice pace at it in order to make sure that this is what God has in store for me. Would I be disappointed if it turns out I'm really supposed to stay in Nashville? Probably for awhile. But you know what? I could probably deal. I mean it would still suck because NYC is all I've ever dreamed of, but I think I've finally gotten to the point where I really understand that either way I just need to get the job done, you know?
Plus, if I were to stay in Nashville, the guys at Tarboosh told me I could work at the new place they're working on opening (which would be complete with club/hookah lounge/full bar/etc) and be like a manager or something. Wicked. Haha.
I haven't really mentioned much about the whole Tarboosh thing. It's kind of something that I've found to be really relaxing. That, and (this will be funny to say) I've finally found a place that's not just full of white kids in this city. I found a little bit of non-white culture where I can sit and pick their brains for awhile. And I must say, kicking back with Egyptians, enjoying some hookah/hummus and figuring out what their life is like is really kind of awesome. I was hanging out with these guys until like 5am and just listening to the stories that these guys have just blows me away. That, and that Clemont guy who works there is just too incredibly adorable for words (we all know how much I can't get enough of skinny boys).
So yeah, I get to be the judge tomorrow in moot court because Dr. Harrington is stuck in Chicago. That's kind of strange. Hope I don't screw that mess up, you know??
Here's to Denison Marrs still ruling school in my heart after all these years. (I sure hope my mom can find my old school DM shirt with the astronaut on it. That would totally rule.)