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how does the fray know exactly how i feel, about everything? i think their songs were written by someone observing my life like a fly on the wall. it's remarkable. besides my allergies attacking my face today, things have been going well.
what's new? what's new? well -- it's the last week of classes, and things are just winding down so fast. i only had one class today... my dad's coming to take the lofts down on friday, everything that used to bug me in our room has been moved out, (i.e. everything that's not mine). which makes me really excited for next year, and having this little space all to myself. to have things just the way i want them, and keeping it clean and knowing that i'm the only one making the mess. how harmonious. i'm really excited to come home and find a job and start my summer classes. i really enjoy the routine up here and all of my friends but it will be good to have a car and my own space again. besides, i really miss being with my family -- i'll give that about a week, maybe two. however, with all my school work and work-work i don't think i'll be home too terribly much. and if things work out the way i ::fingerscrossed:: hope they might, i could have a second "home" not to far away. that would be fun.
on sunday (aka the day after the worst night of my life), a special NEW someone came to visit and take me out to lunch. i felt kind of bad because i wasn't really myself (the headache, the crappy/only clean clothes, the lack of energy), but like cook said, "if he's going to like you, it will be because of you and not what you're wearing." i think things went relatively well. i still have a lot of find out about him, but i like what i've seen so far. this is promising. :o) -- there was this moment where we were standing outside of bubble tea and i was looking in the glass window panes and i felt so pretty. even my hair that got rained on looked perfect. my sick clothes seemed to fit me just right. the hole in my pants disappeared, and my smile looked luminous. i realized that he makes me feel the way i should feel about myself all the time. and in a sense i do feel pretty all the time, it's just easy to get down on yourself and get in this blue-jean-t-shirt-fleece-zip-up-rut and feel ugly. i hope i can feel that way with him again soon. :o)
going back to saturday (aka the worst night of my life), was actually a lot of fun. i don't know if i'll ever be able to look at a hot pocket again, or drink jack daniels, or do them simultaneously -- but i can hope, right? i'm glad that i was able to experience that with cook -- she's a good friend, and hilarious. "just think of breathing, and the lake." "breathing.... the lake.... breathing... the lake... i'm gonna be sick." oh, college life. i almost made it my freshman year -- and making it this long without a porcelain prayer is quite the accomplishment, i think anyway. so that's that.
what's new? what's new? well -- it's the last week of classes, and things are just winding down so fast. i only had one class today... my dad's coming to take the lofts down on friday, everything that used to bug me in our room has been moved out, (i.e. everything that's not mine). which makes me really excited for next year, and having this little space all to myself. to have things just the way i want them, and keeping it clean and knowing that i'm the only one making the mess. how harmonious. i'm really excited to come home and find a job and start my summer classes. i really enjoy the routine up here and all of my friends but it will be good to have a car and my own space again. besides, i really miss being with my family -- i'll give that about a week, maybe two. however, with all my school work and work-work i don't think i'll be home too terribly much. and if things work out the way i ::fingerscrossed:: hope they might, i could have a second "home" not to far away. that would be fun.
on sunday (aka the day after the worst night of my life), a special NEW someone came to visit and take me out to lunch. i felt kind of bad because i wasn't really myself (the headache, the crappy/only clean clothes, the lack of energy), but like cook said, "if he's going to like you, it will be because of you and not what you're wearing." i think things went relatively well. i still have a lot of find out about him, but i like what i've seen so far. this is promising. :o) -- there was this moment where we were standing outside of bubble tea and i was looking in the glass window panes and i felt so pretty. even my hair that got rained on looked perfect. my sick clothes seemed to fit me just right. the hole in my pants disappeared, and my smile looked luminous. i realized that he makes me feel the way i should feel about myself all the time. and in a sense i do feel pretty all the time, it's just easy to get down on yourself and get in this blue-jean-t-shirt-fleece-zip-up-rut and feel ugly. i hope i can feel that way with him again soon. :o)
going back to saturday (aka the worst night of my life), was actually a lot of fun. i don't know if i'll ever be able to look at a hot pocket again, or drink jack daniels, or do them simultaneously -- but i can hope, right? i'm glad that i was able to experience that with cook -- she's a good friend, and hilarious. "just think of breathing, and the lake." "breathing.... the lake.... breathing... the lake... i'm gonna be sick." oh, college life. i almost made it my freshman year -- and making it this long without a porcelain prayer is quite the accomplishment, i think anyway. so that's that.