Headlights crest the hill...
Oh, the adventures I have-how I love them so. This is the last week of school before finals start, so I’m kinda scrambling to get all these projects finished. No need to fret, I’ll do it. I just need to build up the motivation to do quality work.
This coming Friday I’m going to be flying out to New York for the weekend, checking out living situations. Even though it’s been almost a month since I found out I got in, I’m still a little skeptical and shocked about what I’m gonna be doing next year. How is it that I’m given such opportunities? Do I really deserve them? I dunno, but it should be a good time.
I’m sorry to breach the subject yet again-and to any and all readers, I am truly sorry-but the last month, with all its different tumultuous events and whatnot keeps on surprising me at how good it’s all been. I think if I hadn’t come out to my parents, I wouldn’t be ready to move across the country. I think that’s been a major problem, I’ve still been clinging to the emotional dependence of Bend, thinking that I need to come back as often as possible for some reason. I don’t think it’s that I’d wanted to tell them (though I had), but more so that I was clinging to some juvenile reliance on my old life. Every time I went home to them, I would be able to regress into comfort. No more, thank god. I can finally move on and actually make a real life for myself. Hopefully. At least that’s how I’ve been feeling. Again, sorry for talking about it more…it’s just been on my mind a lot.
After I come back from New York next weekend, I have-count ‘em-only ONE final! hahaha…you fucking suckers. Though, it’s for French, and me trying to teach the course to myself all semester hasn’t really worked out so well, so I have to buckle down and learn all the bloody material. I’m screwed, but hopefully not that bad. Je veux étudier allemand et ni français. Peut-être/vielleicht. Ich liebe Deutsch!
More to say? Nothing really. I’m looking forward to this summer and all its shenanigans. Bend kids really are a whole lotta fun, boy oh boy.
This coming Friday I’m going to be flying out to New York for the weekend, checking out living situations. Even though it’s been almost a month since I found out I got in, I’m still a little skeptical and shocked about what I’m gonna be doing next year. How is it that I’m given such opportunities? Do I really deserve them? I dunno, but it should be a good time.
I’m sorry to breach the subject yet again-and to any and all readers, I am truly sorry-but the last month, with all its different tumultuous events and whatnot keeps on surprising me at how good it’s all been. I think if I hadn’t come out to my parents, I wouldn’t be ready to move across the country. I think that’s been a major problem, I’ve still been clinging to the emotional dependence of Bend, thinking that I need to come back as often as possible for some reason. I don’t think it’s that I’d wanted to tell them (though I had), but more so that I was clinging to some juvenile reliance on my old life. Every time I went home to them, I would be able to regress into comfort. No more, thank god. I can finally move on and actually make a real life for myself. Hopefully. At least that’s how I’ve been feeling. Again, sorry for talking about it more…it’s just been on my mind a lot.
After I come back from New York next weekend, I have-count ‘em-only ONE final! hahaha…you fucking suckers. Though, it’s for French, and me trying to teach the course to myself all semester hasn’t really worked out so well, so I have to buckle down and learn all the bloody material. I’m screwed, but hopefully not that bad. Je veux étudier allemand et ni français. Peut-être/vielleicht. Ich liebe Deutsch!
More to say? Nothing really. I’m looking forward to this summer and all its shenanigans. Bend kids really are a whole lotta fun, boy oh boy.