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My personal life can be summed up in one incoming text message from Sunday afternoon, "I still care about you a lot, despite what you may think. Let me talk to you in person. Please." I feel the clearest and freshest that I've felt since July, but if looks could kill, someone would have died Saturday night. I don't think I've ever felt so much smoldering intensity shooting out of my eyeballs as I did sitting on that bench with Morgan. Thankfully, riding on handlebars, late-night waffle house, Payne's Prairie, friends, and marriage plans channeled the feelings of hostility into those of care-free liberation.
I feel refreshed. I really love all of my friends. I feel like I've finally fallen into the pile of friends who are my home away from home. My new apartment feels great and is really coming together (except for stupid fucking cable/internet problems). So far, my classes seem great, and I'm determined to-and pretty confident that I will- stay studious. Plant pathology is already my favorite; I feel it will be one of those landmark inspirations in the path to my future career (whatever that may be.. I'm pretty sure there will be several).
I wish I could see my friends from back home. I wish I had all of the pictures from my old computer, all of those pictures from silly sleepovers, nights of vanity, days of fresh excitement for the future. I feel like all of my past hopes and expectations for the future have culminated into some sort of stunted growth. Eh, maybe not. I have faith (except in those terrifying moments of self-doubt and hyper-disillusionment).
Oh livejournal, how I've missed thee.
I feel refreshed. I really love all of my friends. I feel like I've finally fallen into the pile of friends who are my home away from home. My new apartment feels great and is really coming together (except for stupid fucking cable/internet problems). So far, my classes seem great, and I'm determined to-and pretty confident that I will- stay studious. Plant pathology is already my favorite; I feel it will be one of those landmark inspirations in the path to my future career (whatever that may be.. I'm pretty sure there will be several).
I wish I could see my friends from back home. I wish I had all of the pictures from my old computer, all of those pictures from silly sleepovers, nights of vanity, days of fresh excitement for the future. I feel like all of my past hopes and expectations for the future have culminated into some sort of stunted growth. Eh, maybe not. I have faith (except in those terrifying moments of self-doubt and hyper-disillusionment).
Oh livejournal, how I've missed thee.