...you either got it or you don't...
annie is gone for a few days and I find myself meandering into her room quite frequently, checking the many online sources and blogs that I currently have far too many of. For those of you who didn't hear, the emachine has grown quite ill recently, please keep her in your thoughts and prayers, i fear that she is in gods hands now...a moment of silence. Well things with me are coming together. This summer has been good, but with a tad of stressful mixed in as well. I've been struggling with where I'm going to go to school next year, as well as going through a pretty tough break up. I currently have schedules made at two differnt universities for the fall, I was making trips to Ypsilanti every other week to get ANY answers i could from the staff of EMU, which proved to be harder than I thought it would. I have come to the conclussion that I have to bite the bullet as it were, and understand that I can't run away from every tough situation and mean spirited person I encounter. I think staying and facing the wmu speech path faculty will make me stronger, and hey maybe it'll make a hell of a story later in life. I found a quote pretty much summing up speech path for me... i don't know I just read it and it really made me happy.
“Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”
Speaking of tough situations, erik and I haven't talked in a while...breakups suck...and that's that. There's not much more to say than I guess I finally had to realize that breakups are a part of life. If it didn't hurt, well than that would be weird. I feel lucky that I cared enough for him for this breakup to hurt...i'm trying to be a glass half full kinda gal...key word being 'trying'.
I went home for fathers day and to celebrate my bday this weekend. Last week my grandma took a fall on her walkway, i went to visit her with my dad on Sunday, and it was the first time she looked really weak and old to me. Her face was completely bruised and bloody, it really scared me. She's okay thank goodness...but just to see he laying on the couch not able to move really shook me up. I'm going to visit her this Friday.
So i broke the "never been pulled over curse" I got pulled over driving to the mall yesterday in Novi...man and I was doing so good. Thank god for my girlish charm, and getting a warning. But MAN OH MAN, i WAS a sight for sore eyes, I was planning on just running into the mall, and then driving two hours home so I was wearing like white booty shorts, glasses, and a hooters shirt with like pit-stains...not to mention a black and white polka dotted scarf...and i hadn't showered, in well it had been a while. I had to get out of the car on the side of the road...i'm just setting up how horribly awkward it was for me...as well for the innocent drivers passing by...poor bastards.
Other than that everything with me is going well, work is work. I'm excited because I have a penpale in Iraq and he's going to come visit this summer when he gets out if everything goes according to plan. There's a beach party in a couple weeks, I'm running a half marathon this weekend with Papa Sokol...and I fear that in his devilish good shape he might beat me. Aww well...at least I tried!
...annnd i'm spent good day.
“Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”
Speaking of tough situations, erik and I haven't talked in a while...breakups suck...and that's that. There's not much more to say than I guess I finally had to realize that breakups are a part of life. If it didn't hurt, well than that would be weird. I feel lucky that I cared enough for him for this breakup to hurt...i'm trying to be a glass half full kinda gal...key word being 'trying'.
I went home for fathers day and to celebrate my bday this weekend. Last week my grandma took a fall on her walkway, i went to visit her with my dad on Sunday, and it was the first time she looked really weak and old to me. Her face was completely bruised and bloody, it really scared me. She's okay thank goodness...but just to see he laying on the couch not able to move really shook me up. I'm going to visit her this Friday.
So i broke the "never been pulled over curse" I got pulled over driving to the mall yesterday in Novi...man and I was doing so good. Thank god for my girlish charm, and getting a warning. But MAN OH MAN, i WAS a sight for sore eyes, I was planning on just running into the mall, and then driving two hours home so I was wearing like white booty shorts, glasses, and a hooters shirt with like pit-stains...not to mention a black and white polka dotted scarf...and i hadn't showered, in well it had been a while. I had to get out of the car on the side of the road...i'm just setting up how horribly awkward it was for me...as well for the innocent drivers passing by...poor bastards.
Other than that everything with me is going well, work is work. I'm excited because I have a penpale in Iraq and he's going to come visit this summer when he gets out if everything goes according to plan. There's a beach party in a couple weeks, I'm running a half marathon this weekend with Papa Sokol...and I fear that in his devilish good shape he might beat me. Aww well...at least I tried!
...annnd i'm spent good day.