"I said 'Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera!'"
Well I have two and a half weeks remaining on this continent before I leave. I went to the CRAVE last night for the first time in months, only second time this year. It was really fun, great to see old friends again. Some things just don't change much. I don't think that's bad, though.
I've been working a lot and stressing too much about that and money and leaving all my friends and missing out on a whole year of what's going on in their lives. Now I know that I can email them but it won't be the same. I'm afraid I'll come back and I'll meet up with some of them and so much will have happened that neither of us could really express or explain and that I'll never be able to recover that piece of our friendship that would've been there had I stayed here. But I've never really wanted to stay here anyway so I guess it's inevitable.
I guess this is growing up and moving away.
I've really been blessed in life and I feel undeserving. I know that I do work somewhat hard but I haven't been faced with too many overwhelming circumstances. Nothing beyond what we all face.
I'm pretty sick these days. I'll have these spells of intense pain everywhere and it'll last for about an hour and there's nothing I can do except lie there and cry until I fall asleep. I hope it doesn't happen at work today. That would suck. My parents won't be in town to pick me up if it does happen. Oh well, not much I can do. I just want to get better before I leave. And Mark will be here again this weekend. I think I may be addicted to him.
We walked a puppy and it was wonderful:
I've been working a lot and stressing too much about that and money and leaving all my friends and missing out on a whole year of what's going on in their lives. Now I know that I can email them but it won't be the same. I'm afraid I'll come back and I'll meet up with some of them and so much will have happened that neither of us could really express or explain and that I'll never be able to recover that piece of our friendship that would've been there had I stayed here. But I've never really wanted to stay here anyway so I guess it's inevitable.
I guess this is growing up and moving away.
I've really been blessed in life and I feel undeserving. I know that I do work somewhat hard but I haven't been faced with too many overwhelming circumstances. Nothing beyond what we all face.
I'm pretty sick these days. I'll have these spells of intense pain everywhere and it'll last for about an hour and there's nothing I can do except lie there and cry until I fall asleep. I hope it doesn't happen at work today. That would suck. My parents won't be in town to pick me up if it does happen. Oh well, not much I can do. I just want to get better before I leave. And Mark will be here again this weekend. I think I may be addicted to him.
We walked a puppy and it was wonderful: