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Today's events included:
-Going to school to do a final, and having so many looks of pity, pity "How are you's", and arms around me drenched in pity. I don't necessarily need pity. I really feel stupid for writing that choir e-mail. I just wanted to let everyone know what was going on, and that I didn't just randomly leave choir. I'm not on the edge of suicide or anything. I just need a breather to stretch my wings and experiment with my own thoughts. I was caught in a routine that allowed me no time to be me. This is time for me to figure out if Augustana is the place for me and what is the best career choice for me. It's just annoying to feel like people are thinking, "Oh, there goes Rachel. Poor girl, she's taking a term off." Goodness sakes, people. You'd think I was dying. Although some people are like that, there are others that are treating it as if it is fairly normal. Thank God for the sane people.
-It took me about three hours to balance my check book today. I hadn't balanced it since, oh, about August. Funny thing is, I didn't hate it so much. I hadn't used numbers in so long, that it was fun to just play with them for a while.
-Richard came over tonight. We watched an episode of Project Runway (OR /Pro-Yect/, it could be a soft 'j', I'm not really sure) that I had seen numerous times, but alas, I could watch it a million times more. Rich was frisky tonight! He was being such a smart-mouth to my family. It was pretty funny.
-I know this hasn't happened yet, but I know that an event for tonight will be talking to Rich on the phone. I am anticipating a call that will occur in approximately five minutes. Guess I better wrap up.
-I NEED TO TALK TO MY MOM ABOUT THE HOUSE. Tomorrow. TOMORROW I will. I love that house, and Amanda and Lins would make good roomates. It's super cheap, and big! Such a good deal. I secretly want the huge bedroom, but I'm afraid to be a hog. I'm crossing my fingers XX...you cross yours, too!
-Going to school to do a final, and having so many looks of pity, pity "How are you's", and arms around me drenched in pity. I don't necessarily need pity. I really feel stupid for writing that choir e-mail. I just wanted to let everyone know what was going on, and that I didn't just randomly leave choir. I'm not on the edge of suicide or anything. I just need a breather to stretch my wings and experiment with my own thoughts. I was caught in a routine that allowed me no time to be me. This is time for me to figure out if Augustana is the place for me and what is the best career choice for me. It's just annoying to feel like people are thinking, "Oh, there goes Rachel. Poor girl, she's taking a term off." Goodness sakes, people. You'd think I was dying. Although some people are like that, there are others that are treating it as if it is fairly normal. Thank God for the sane people.
-It took me about three hours to balance my check book today. I hadn't balanced it since, oh, about August. Funny thing is, I didn't hate it so much. I hadn't used numbers in so long, that it was fun to just play with them for a while.
-Richard came over tonight. We watched an episode of Project Runway (OR /Pro-Yect/, it could be a soft 'j', I'm not really sure) that I had seen numerous times, but alas, I could watch it a million times more. Rich was frisky tonight! He was being such a smart-mouth to my family. It was pretty funny.
-I know this hasn't happened yet, but I know that an event for tonight will be talking to Rich on the phone. I am anticipating a call that will occur in approximately five minutes. Guess I better wrap up.
-I NEED TO TALK TO MY MOM ABOUT THE HOUSE. Tomorrow. TOMORROW I will. I love that house, and Amanda and Lins would make good roomates. It's super cheap, and big! Such a good deal. I secretly want the huge bedroom, but I'm afraid to be a hog. I'm crossing my fingers XX...you cross yours, too!