And, once again, extreme and undying boredom brings Liz to the journal pages of yesteryear
How very foreign be this empty livejournal page to me. Indeed it has been many a green moon since my last post (perhaps no green moons, but many moons nonetheless). I'm not even really sure if I've posted since Syria...oh my. In any event, here goes a long, undoubtedly sporratic, needlessly brilliant look at the past era of my life...
Syria was certainly an adventure of such magnitude that I'm still recovering. In fact, I probably will never recover as I apaprently came down with amoebic dysentary whilst there and so still have pleasant, though increasingly infrequent, toilet-trip reminders. Yes, friends, amoebic dysentary. That, indeed, means that I ate shit. Oh what a suitcase full of purell bottles fails to protect one from.
In spite of my amoebas (Roger, Anikin, and Bess the Mighty, I've come to endear them as), I am yet a content buckeye. This past quarter saw no end of stress as I took a 25 hour courseload in efforts to speed up graduation. Indeed, I surived it and, thus, this coming quarter will bring an end to my undergraduate years. The stress has, as such, deminished, as my law school applications have finally found their way towards completion, but, of course, my empty honors thesis and next quarter's hip hop dance class will surely bring upon more (Since when am I hip?).
As a very unfortuante case of senioritis would seem to have come upon me this year (As well as a very expensive appreciation of the drinking age), I've begun look long and hard at my life for the past three and a half years. I never really could have imagined that it would all fly by this fast. And yet, here I find myself, about to, yet again, end a chapter of my life and leave all that has become familiar, comfortable, and truley enriching to me behind.
This isn't to say, of course, that I'm not looking forward to beginning a new chapter of law school (hmmm....if I get in anywhere....AHHHH stress!), but I've never been all that great with goodbyes and transitions. Oh, they always seem to work out alright and I end up loving the new experience after only a short while after the transition, but--despite the image I often try to give off--I do grow pretty attached to a familiar flow of a life I've grown accustomed to. I remember my first weeks of OSU, when Stella and I used to meet at Mirror Lake for lunch and cry on and on about how we were so homesick and could not possibly grow to like this new and enormous campus and how we missed everyone back at NDA (which I hated at the beinning, as well, I might add) and our families (well, I guess I didnt really have trouble with them in the beginning...not that I remember) and yadda yadda ya. And, of course, I grew to love OSU and grow close to so many aweseome people once I got past that initial saddness of transition.
Ah, but I suspect tis a similar sentiment for you, my good live journal kin. I guess I just know too well that I don't do well keeping in touch with people over distances. I worry, really, that I wont be able to keep in touch with one person in particular (oh my...intrigue!). Ah, but all one can do is to try, in the end.
Um...yes...so where was I? Right, so the quarter is over and I am 'home' in good ol' California until New Years. This whole going home to place where you don't know anyone, though realaxing for maybe the first 6 minutes, could quite possibly drive me crazy if there were no end in near sight. I mean, really, how many times can I drive around exploring the mountains and tiny mall here? 16. That's really my limit.
So, in fact, I will try to write a little more frequently (aaaaahahaha, and I'll try and win the Olympics, too). Merry Christmahannukwanzaa to all, and to al a good night :-)
Syria was certainly an adventure of such magnitude that I'm still recovering. In fact, I probably will never recover as I apaprently came down with amoebic dysentary whilst there and so still have pleasant, though increasingly infrequent, toilet-trip reminders. Yes, friends, amoebic dysentary. That, indeed, means that I ate shit. Oh what a suitcase full of purell bottles fails to protect one from.
In spite of my amoebas (Roger, Anikin, and Bess the Mighty, I've come to endear them as), I am yet a content buckeye. This past quarter saw no end of stress as I took a 25 hour courseload in efforts to speed up graduation. Indeed, I surived it and, thus, this coming quarter will bring an end to my undergraduate years. The stress has, as such, deminished, as my law school applications have finally found their way towards completion, but, of course, my empty honors thesis and next quarter's hip hop dance class will surely bring upon more (Since when am I hip?).
As a very unfortuante case of senioritis would seem to have come upon me this year (As well as a very expensive appreciation of the drinking age), I've begun look long and hard at my life for the past three and a half years. I never really could have imagined that it would all fly by this fast. And yet, here I find myself, about to, yet again, end a chapter of my life and leave all that has become familiar, comfortable, and truley enriching to me behind.
This isn't to say, of course, that I'm not looking forward to beginning a new chapter of law school (hmmm....if I get in anywhere....AHHHH stress!), but I've never been all that great with goodbyes and transitions. Oh, they always seem to work out alright and I end up loving the new experience after only a short while after the transition, but--despite the image I often try to give off--I do grow pretty attached to a familiar flow of a life I've grown accustomed to. I remember my first weeks of OSU, when Stella and I used to meet at Mirror Lake for lunch and cry on and on about how we were so homesick and could not possibly grow to like this new and enormous campus and how we missed everyone back at NDA (which I hated at the beinning, as well, I might add) and our families (well, I guess I didnt really have trouble with them in the beginning...not that I remember) and yadda yadda ya. And, of course, I grew to love OSU and grow close to so many aweseome people once I got past that initial saddness of transition.
Ah, but I suspect tis a similar sentiment for you, my good live journal kin. I guess I just know too well that I don't do well keeping in touch with people over distances. I worry, really, that I wont be able to keep in touch with one person in particular (oh my...intrigue!). Ah, but all one can do is to try, in the end.
Um...yes...so where was I? Right, so the quarter is over and I am 'home' in good ol' California until New Years. This whole going home to place where you don't know anyone, though realaxing for maybe the first 6 minutes, could quite possibly drive me crazy if there were no end in near sight. I mean, really, how many times can I drive around exploring the mountains and tiny mall here? 16. That's really my limit.
So, in fact, I will try to write a little more frequently (aaaaahahaha, and I'll try and win the Olympics, too). Merry Christmahannukwanzaa to all, and to al a good night :-)