Random happenings
I had a dream last night that Sienna Miller was mad at me about something. I don't remember what it was about. But even in my dream I remember thinking "Wait... I'm friends with Sienna Miller?"
The past week has been, more or less, a blur. I've been going to play rehearsal, doing homework, going to work, and escaping wherever and whenever I can... and that's... about... it.
I am so very done with this school thing. I graduate next month, and I simply cannot wait. I have a lot of memories on this campus-- good, bad, and mixed-- and I have a lot of friends, but I'm antsy to get my life on. I don't want to take college for granted while I'm here, because I'm sure I'll look back fondly on this time. But really, I think my best year was sophomore year. So much happened two years ago, and even last year; this year, meanwhile, seems to be in a blur of fast-forward. Plus, I have so much to look forward to this summer after graduation: planning to go on so many excursions (to the mountains, to the beach, to California, to Chicago, maybe to France), attending myriad weddings (and being a bridesmaid twice), maybe buying a car (I'm borrowing my mom's), getting tan (I miss that), helping Melissa paint and decorate the house she and her fiancée are moving into after the wedding, and planning for my move to California that I'm hoping to make this fall.
I've actually had a decent past few weeks. I've eaten a lot of sushi, taken some walks, gone downtown, gone out to the country, kept myself busy. I haven't had nearly enough time, though, to clean, write, or sleep. And I've been stretching every day-- closer than ever to my goal of doing the splits. I hope I get super flexible before Melissa and I take those... certain dance classes... that we plan on taking before she gets married. Yep, we're going to stripper school.
It's finally starting to feel like spring. I took a bike ride yesterday with my roommate and her sister. We want to start a bicycle girl gang and get matching shirts. Yep, this is what seniors in college do. They become 11.
The past week has been, more or less, a blur. I've been going to play rehearsal, doing homework, going to work, and escaping wherever and whenever I can... and that's... about... it.
I am so very done with this school thing. I graduate next month, and I simply cannot wait. I have a lot of memories on this campus-- good, bad, and mixed-- and I have a lot of friends, but I'm antsy to get my life on. I don't want to take college for granted while I'm here, because I'm sure I'll look back fondly on this time. But really, I think my best year was sophomore year. So much happened two years ago, and even last year; this year, meanwhile, seems to be in a blur of fast-forward. Plus, I have so much to look forward to this summer after graduation: planning to go on so many excursions (to the mountains, to the beach, to California, to Chicago, maybe to France), attending myriad weddings (and being a bridesmaid twice), maybe buying a car (I'm borrowing my mom's), getting tan (I miss that), helping Melissa paint and decorate the house she and her fiancée are moving into after the wedding, and planning for my move to California that I'm hoping to make this fall.
I've actually had a decent past few weeks. I've eaten a lot of sushi, taken some walks, gone downtown, gone out to the country, kept myself busy. I haven't had nearly enough time, though, to clean, write, or sleep. And I've been stretching every day-- closer than ever to my goal of doing the splits. I hope I get super flexible before Melissa and I take those... certain dance classes... that we plan on taking before she gets married. Yep, we're going to stripper school.
It's finally starting to feel like spring. I took a bike ride yesterday with my roommate and her sister. We want to start a bicycle girl gang and get matching shirts. Yep, this is what seniors in college do. They become 11.