bloody ankles
well, I interned for Basic Rights Oregon and all I got were two bloody ankles. to make a long story short, I went in for my first day and a combination of unbelievable factors and events convinced me almost instantly that it was going to be a disapointing internship, so I decided not to go back. I am frustrated and sad to say the least, but I am also proud of myself for being self-aware enough to listen to my gut reaction. now if I could just turn back time and avoid the 2 mile walking-around-downtown-in-the-wrong-shoes errand they sent me on (within 10 minutes of arriving on the first day) then I could get rid of these nasty bleeding blisters on my heel and achilles tendon. sigh.
but I think the position at the ACLU is going to work out nicely. here's hoping.
housitting is lovely. i think they are going to come back and i am going to refuse to leave. it is grown up and peaceful here. and just different. no microwave. no tv. strange creaky house nosises in the night.
nick and i are still stuck. we're waiting. we waited until after finals. we waited until after his birthday. we're waiting until we move the last of our stuff from corvallis this weekend. waiting until my pms related emotional roller coasters passes. waiting. we will do something soon. i know what we will do, but i also don't know what we will do. i'm really having trouble processing this. how do you go from perfect to waiting in just a few months? no big fights. the desire to have him hold me and let me relax into his warmth is as strong as it ever was. but there is something inside me that says change. change now. change while you can still call it taking a break instead of breaking up. change now while in time you can still save the friendship. change now when you can have a summer of your mother's love and wisdom to heal you. change now when you have amazing friends at smith just waiting to fill your days with fun.
gee, writing kinda made me feel better.
but I think the position at the ACLU is going to work out nicely. here's hoping.
housitting is lovely. i think they are going to come back and i am going to refuse to leave. it is grown up and peaceful here. and just different. no microwave. no tv. strange creaky house nosises in the night.
nick and i are still stuck. we're waiting. we waited until after finals. we waited until after his birthday. we're waiting until we move the last of our stuff from corvallis this weekend. waiting until my pms related emotional roller coasters passes. waiting. we will do something soon. i know what we will do, but i also don't know what we will do. i'm really having trouble processing this. how do you go from perfect to waiting in just a few months? no big fights. the desire to have him hold me and let me relax into his warmth is as strong as it ever was. but there is something inside me that says change. change now. change while you can still call it taking a break instead of breaking up. change now while in time you can still save the friendship. change now when you can have a summer of your mother's love and wisdom to heal you. change now when you have amazing friends at smith just waiting to fill your days with fun.
gee, writing kinda made me feel better.