"You know, I don't wear anything I can't wipe my hands on..."
Registered for my first semester senior year classes this morning. Weird. I'm only taking 13 credits worth, but I could care less. I have 5 extra credits anyway. Taking Ethnobotany at UMass and my Psych seminar (The Meaning of Possessions), which will be a ton of work so whatever. My adviser can deal with it if it looks like I'm slacking.
Going back to England tomorrow after the train wreck that was this break and I'm glad. If anything, I've learned that buying a plane ticket to anywhere while I'm in a relationship will only bite me in the ass. Never again. I'm zero for two on this one. I hope this semester at Sussex will be the best one yet. I'm sure it will be.
If anything, I have the best friends in the world. The amount of support I've received at Smith, the extra beds to sleep on, international phone calls, e-mails, facebook messages, endless amounts of advice, caring and listening leaves me even in my slightly worn and tattered state a bit warm and fuzzy inside. I'm not sure I would have made it without them.
However sad, hurt and disgusted I am over the events of the last few months, whatever I lost and however disappointed I am, I have the future. I have the ability to change and improve and the chance to purge all this negativity from my life. It's been a long time coming. I have myself and really, it all comes down to that in the end. I know who I am, have a better sense of what and who I want in my life and I can live with myself knowing I made the right decisions and did everything I could. It's out of my hands and there's no point in worrying about the things and people I cannot change.
So it's back to England and who knows what from there. Maybe I'll take one of the internships I found on Long Island, maybe a full-time summer job at some coffee-shop in Brighton spending every last penny I've earned, maybe even NoHo, maybe none of these.
And, if anything, I totally fit into my cute green man pants again. The summer weight is purged with the rest of it (for lack of a better verb).
How much things change in 20 days...
Going back to England tomorrow after the train wreck that was this break and I'm glad. If anything, I've learned that buying a plane ticket to anywhere while I'm in a relationship will only bite me in the ass. Never again. I'm zero for two on this one. I hope this semester at Sussex will be the best one yet. I'm sure it will be.
If anything, I have the best friends in the world. The amount of support I've received at Smith, the extra beds to sleep on, international phone calls, e-mails, facebook messages, endless amounts of advice, caring and listening leaves me even in my slightly worn and tattered state a bit warm and fuzzy inside. I'm not sure I would have made it without them.
However sad, hurt and disgusted I am over the events of the last few months, whatever I lost and however disappointed I am, I have the future. I have the ability to change and improve and the chance to purge all this negativity from my life. It's been a long time coming. I have myself and really, it all comes down to that in the end. I know who I am, have a better sense of what and who I want in my life and I can live with myself knowing I made the right decisions and did everything I could. It's out of my hands and there's no point in worrying about the things and people I cannot change.
So it's back to England and who knows what from there. Maybe I'll take one of the internships I found on Long Island, maybe a full-time summer job at some coffee-shop in Brighton spending every last penny I've earned, maybe even NoHo, maybe none of these.
And, if anything, I totally fit into my cute green man pants again. The summer weight is purged with the rest of it (for lack of a better verb).
How much things change in 20 days...