melancholy
I've been terribly melancholy for the past few hours since the RA/MA Banquet. I watched the pictures of us (me punching the air while on tommy's back) and talking with my staff...I just realized that in a mere two weeks, I will be ripped away from everything about my life that I love and go to a completely foreign culture with a new set of people. But there's no home comfort after that, Grand Blanc being the place that it is has no room for someone who has had thinking time with the real world and wants to create a life for herself. It's off to Mackinac Island to work for money and internships to create for myself the life I want to lead after college. After that, I'm whisked back to Grand Valley to be on the smallest staff on campus in a building I have horrible memories of. While I know that I will enjoy next year, it's just...not WHOJR. It's not Brian on the first floor, Chad in the office, Kat and Mandi above me and Laura and Nick and Brittney and Kat readily available in buildings near but too far to grumble about doing 2am rounds on. I love my staff so much and the thought of our good times, our sexy time, our "humping staff", our intimate closeness, the notoriety of WHOJR will be a casualty of indifferent time.
A singer I once impersonated while getting latenight sings "Life's what you make it, so lets make it right."
I just...feel melancholy about everything. Maybe it's the immense stress of school, but, I just want...what I have. I'm not ready to give it up and move on.
Blah.
That's as close to a love letter as I might ever get.
I love you, WHOJR.
I do.
Your one and only,
B-Day
A singer I once impersonated while getting latenight sings "Life's what you make it, so lets make it right."
I just...feel melancholy about everything. Maybe it's the immense stress of school, but, I just want...what I have. I'm not ready to give it up and move on.
Blah.
That's as close to a love letter as I might ever get.
I love you, WHOJR.
I do.
Your one and only,
B-Day