Last day of freshmen year, first live journal
Yay, I finally got a live journal! But I don't know where to begin. (about twenty minutes later. .) Well, I was always told that the end was a good place to start. Let's see, the end of the school year has been so odd. It's rather depressing to say good-bye to all my friends as they leave one by one and somewhat phantasmic to see a barren campus on a cold rainy day (in May). Icky weather.
Lately, I've been feeling like I'm not living in the present, like I'm behind in time and I'm trying to catch up. Sort of like falling off a treadmill that's going too fast. That's me. One moment, I'm studying for organic chemistry, and the next, I'm alone in Parrish 440 typing my first live journal. I think I just need to let the changes sink in. Everything happened so fast, the transition wasn't so subtle. I feel stressed but I wish I could relax. Ahh. I know things will be better. I've got to stay happy. But people make me happy. . no, I have to learn to be content by myself.
So anyway, enough of the inner thought processes of my kookoo mind, I'm going to hope that tomorrow will be a better day. I plan to go to Beardsley and work on a computer for seven hours inserting data for Professor Rablen (random side job). Then (or before), I think I'm going to try to go running (getting back on the treadmill- I know I'm cheesy). At night, Aude is going to sleep over since I'm in a triple temporarily, and hopefully, Victoria too. We should have fun. Yay, this will work. I'm not going to be a loner for three weeks. Thinking positively, thinking happy thoughts. Warm fuzzy bunnies. . .
Lately, I've been feeling like I'm not living in the present, like I'm behind in time and I'm trying to catch up. Sort of like falling off a treadmill that's going too fast. That's me. One moment, I'm studying for organic chemistry, and the next, I'm alone in Parrish 440 typing my first live journal. I think I just need to let the changes sink in. Everything happened so fast, the transition wasn't so subtle. I feel stressed but I wish I could relax. Ahh. I know things will be better. I've got to stay happy. But people make me happy. . no, I have to learn to be content by myself.
So anyway, enough of the inner thought processes of my kookoo mind, I'm going to hope that tomorrow will be a better day. I plan to go to Beardsley and work on a computer for seven hours inserting data for Professor Rablen (random side job). Then (or before), I think I'm going to try to go running (getting back on the treadmill- I know I'm cheesy). At night, Aude is going to sleep over since I'm in a triple temporarily, and hopefully, Victoria too. We should have fun. Yay, this will work. I'm not going to be a loner for three weeks. Thinking positively, thinking happy thoughts. Warm fuzzy bunnies. . .