I got bored
what the hey. why not actually update for all my loyal readers.
So yeah, it's kind of a been a whirlwind of a few weeks. We put my cat to sleep on the 23rd of May. My brother left for Cali; the movers got all of his shit (at 7 am, mind you) on this past Wednesday. My last Genetics exam is a week from Monday, thank goodness. Can't wait to be done and be free. Work's fine- same old grunt work, but hey, it's easy, and I know what I'm getting done is actually really important. I'm driving out to Phoenix Academy in Detroit tomorrow to tape one of the teachers teaching one of our units (actually influenced by some experiments I've been working on). So that will be cool, minus the driving to Detroit and finding the right school/classroom and operating the videocamera part hehhe.
So I was emptying my bookcase (cause apparantly it's my brother's) and I definitely found some old stories th at I had written and made into books for classes. I literally fell over laughing reading the one from kindergarten or first grade. The last line of the story was something along the lines of "and so they ate ravioli for dinner. the end". Is hall indulge your humors in my next entry by typing out the whole story.
It's interesting to see how I've changed in the past years. I remember that summer 4 years ago when I was in Belgium for like 3 or 4 more weeks after our family vacation to Greece. I was bored and wanted to go home. I missed my friends and wanted to go home- I was so out of the loop of everything and I hated it. Even last summer, about 2 months in, I was so ready to be back at school.
This summer is so different. Granted taking a class and working on campus shortens my summer by about 6 weeks, but still. I feel like I've seen more of my school friends this summer than my old hs friends. That's growing up I guess. There are only a few people from highschool that I really want to see. I'm in no hurry to be back at school- even though I look forward to RA training and everything. I'm excitied to be in Belgium for 3 weeks, even if I'm just sitting there doing nothing. I'm psyched to see Erica in France, and then go to Paris and Barcelona with Jen and Juliana (however broke I'm getting be). I am happy to be in the South of France with my mom, grandmother, mom's sister, two cousins, and my sister. I'm ready to just get out of this country for 38 days (not that I've counted or anything....)
Don't get me wrong- my friends are important to me...but I guess I'm getting better at letting go.
Speaking of which, I'm done. Done with trying to do everything in my power to keep a friendship together. It's not my fault that it crashed and burned. It's not my fault his fraternity and gf are 100 times more important than all the years I was there for him, the times I listened to him. It's not my fault that her bf and her sorority are more fun, more important than me. It hurts, but I'm coming to accept it. There's nothing more I can do, really. I put wayyy too much of myself, and my emotions into it, only to be stomped on. It happened before with someone else I considered a best friend- and I'm through with it. I know people grow apart- it just blows that I feel like I was completely used and then dropped. I feel like I wasted my life on certain things, and certain people. But life goes on.
With that said, I'm happy. I have wonderful friends, and am getting to know more wonderful people on a deeper level, so that's good. I've reconnected with an old friend- which is such a good feeling. I'm enjoying my summer, and I know it's going to get even better.
2 years down, 2 to go. Time to live it up
So yeah, it's kind of a been a whirlwind of a few weeks. We put my cat to sleep on the 23rd of May. My brother left for Cali; the movers got all of his shit (at 7 am, mind you) on this past Wednesday. My last Genetics exam is a week from Monday, thank goodness. Can't wait to be done and be free. Work's fine- same old grunt work, but hey, it's easy, and I know what I'm getting done is actually really important. I'm driving out to Phoenix Academy in Detroit tomorrow to tape one of the teachers teaching one of our units (actually influenced by some experiments I've been working on). So that will be cool, minus the driving to Detroit and finding the right school/classroom and operating the videocamera part hehhe.
So I was emptying my bookcase (cause apparantly it's my brother's) and I definitely found some old stories th at I had written and made into books for classes. I literally fell over laughing reading the one from kindergarten or first grade. The last line of the story was something along the lines of "and so they ate ravioli for dinner. the end". Is hall indulge your humors in my next entry by typing out the whole story.
It's interesting to see how I've changed in the past years. I remember that summer 4 years ago when I was in Belgium for like 3 or 4 more weeks after our family vacation to Greece. I was bored and wanted to go home. I missed my friends and wanted to go home- I was so out of the loop of everything and I hated it. Even last summer, about 2 months in, I was so ready to be back at school.
This summer is so different. Granted taking a class and working on campus shortens my summer by about 6 weeks, but still. I feel like I've seen more of my school friends this summer than my old hs friends. That's growing up I guess. There are only a few people from highschool that I really want to see. I'm in no hurry to be back at school- even though I look forward to RA training and everything. I'm excitied to be in Belgium for 3 weeks, even if I'm just sitting there doing nothing. I'm psyched to see Erica in France, and then go to Paris and Barcelona with Jen and Juliana (however broke I'm getting be). I am happy to be in the South of France with my mom, grandmother, mom's sister, two cousins, and my sister. I'm ready to just get out of this country for 38 days (not that I've counted or anything....)
Don't get me wrong- my friends are important to me...but I guess I'm getting better at letting go.
Speaking of which, I'm done. Done with trying to do everything in my power to keep a friendship together. It's not my fault that it crashed and burned. It's not my fault his fraternity and gf are 100 times more important than all the years I was there for him, the times I listened to him. It's not my fault that her bf and her sorority are more fun, more important than me. It hurts, but I'm coming to accept it. There's nothing more I can do, really. I put wayyy too much of myself, and my emotions into it, only to be stomped on. It happened before with someone else I considered a best friend- and I'm through with it. I know people grow apart- it just blows that I feel like I was completely used and then dropped. I feel like I wasted my life on certain things, and certain people. But life goes on.
With that said, I'm happy. I have wonderful friends, and am getting to know more wonderful people on a deeper level, so that's good. I've reconnected with an old friend- which is such a good feeling. I'm enjoying my summer, and I know it's going to get even better.
2 years down, 2 to go. Time to live it up