Little summer thoughts
I went on a bike ride today for half an hour and saw a firefly and it made me feel good. I ate a bunch of Chinese food for dinner and it made me feel less good.
I'm not really missing Steve. It's only been a few days, but that's usually all it takes. I'm kind of just doing okay. He called today and I was so surprised, having completely not realized that we hadn't spoken yet. That might be the first time that ever happened. But I don't feel sad about this or worry about this - it actually just feels great to love him and look forward to seeing him and to be totally okay.
My commute to my interview tomorrow will take about an hour and a half, most likely. Part of that makes me go "Ahh, so long!" because it's all the way on Wall Street (almost) and if I get this job, I'll be spending at least 9-10 hours a week just commuting, probably. But I'm also really excited because it's summer (!) and I should be reading and that would guarantee that I do. I picked out Rant by Chuck Palahniuk as my next book, randomly, but it's about time I read something by him so I don't mind.
I was freaking out about my outfit for tomorrow so tried everything on just to realize that my blouse is dirty and wrinkled. Glad I checked tonight.
I don't really want this internship, in the sense that I'm not sure how much I'll enjoy doing the actual work. And I don't much like jobs in the first place. But I so desperately want this internship because I really, really need something productive to do. Next summer, study abroad, damn it!
I'm determined to take so much advantage of the city this summer. I will go to Shakespeare in the Park (and it's Twelfth Night! I must!). I will see Waiting for Godot and whatever art exhibits are in town and whatever concerts are going on and museum hop with Sam and relive that wonderful summer after senior year when I just saw so many people and had so many adventures and everything was great.
I'm not really missing Steve. It's only been a few days, but that's usually all it takes. I'm kind of just doing okay. He called today and I was so surprised, having completely not realized that we hadn't spoken yet. That might be the first time that ever happened. But I don't feel sad about this or worry about this - it actually just feels great to love him and look forward to seeing him and to be totally okay.
My commute to my interview tomorrow will take about an hour and a half, most likely. Part of that makes me go "Ahh, so long!" because it's all the way on Wall Street (almost) and if I get this job, I'll be spending at least 9-10 hours a week just commuting, probably. But I'm also really excited because it's summer (!) and I should be reading and that would guarantee that I do. I picked out Rant by Chuck Palahniuk as my next book, randomly, but it's about time I read something by him so I don't mind.
I was freaking out about my outfit for tomorrow so tried everything on just to realize that my blouse is dirty and wrinkled. Glad I checked tonight.
I don't really want this internship, in the sense that I'm not sure how much I'll enjoy doing the actual work. And I don't much like jobs in the first place. But I so desperately want this internship because I really, really need something productive to do. Next summer, study abroad, damn it!
I'm determined to take so much advantage of the city this summer. I will go to Shakespeare in the Park (and it's Twelfth Night! I must!). I will see Waiting for Godot and whatever art exhibits are in town and whatever concerts are going on and museum hop with Sam and relive that wonderful summer after senior year when I just saw so many people and had so many adventures and everything was great.