you're six-foot tall and east coast bred.
okay, so, yes, my life is going on and i am still alive. second semester is going and going; i'm getting more MAP courses (NYU's core CAS curriculum) out of the way, so my total workload this semester includes a prob/stat Quantitative Reasoning class (love the professor, and am doing surprisingly well, though it is a math class for people who hate math), an elementary physics Natural Science class (the biggest waste of my life ever, but I'm somehow managing to maintain a good grade), Literary Interpretations (the pre-requisite for all other classes in the English department), and Elements of Music (a basic music theory class through CAS that will count towards my minor). Oh, and voice lessons, but that's a given.
i've recently become overwhelmed with my future plans and how i ever expect to accomplish them all without dying (i.e. major in english, double minor in music and english education, professional certificate in editing which will help when i apply to grad school programs (preferably nyu scps) to earn a master's degree in publishing, but then the question always is, what then?), so it's an up-and-down battle. i have to start thinking about taking the gre, but i don't really have to worry yet, but i should. and my advisor is pushing for me to apply to the presidential scholar's program, so i suppose i will; i'll ask my seminar professor from last semester to write me a letter of recommendation and i'll fill out the rest of the application and submit it and see how that goes. apparently, sophomore presidential scholars go away over spring break, and one of the destinations is dublin. i'm still planning on studying abroad in dublin between my junior and senior year, so getting a chance to see nyu in dublin would be lovely. we'll see.
what else. basically, i feel like the luckiest girl in the world, despite the minor stresses and future worryings. that boy (the one who thinks everything i write is a poem - no, who thinks i'm the embodiment of a poem, according to him) and i will be reaching the two-month mark on the 12th. i've never met or known anyone more genuine, kindhearted, intelligent, gorgeous, talented, tender, perfect as he is. i know i'm gushing. i'm well aware. but i've fallen hard (he says he fell for me the moment we met and had to find a way to get to know me), and it's beautiful. i never thought it was possible to actually find someone this great, but i did, and i trust him with everything i am, and he still thinks i'm beautiful even when i fall to pieces and cry just before we skype, even when i'm at my bitchiest, most vile, most disgusting, and when i'm most disgusted and unhappy with myself, he's beautiful and perfect to me. we're always about 3 and a half hours away from each other, but it's worth it. we're making it work. i could never ask for anything more, and i'm just glad he chose to be with me. honestly.
i do get to see him in six days, though; i'm taking the bus to visit for a night. it's not much, but it's better than nothing, and was the only time we could see each other between my spring break two weeks ago (which was lovely, since i was with him for the first weekend, but the weekend before that he was able to come and stay with me for two nights) and the end of school. again, better than nothing. and so very worth it.
i'm rambling on again, i know, but i felt like getting this out. bedtime now; tomorrow i'm having coffee with liz (who set us up, actually) and doing some more homework and reading a whole lot of ulysses (since i only have two more meetings of book club left before i'm done with this portion of my james joyce experience!). i also have to finish my six-page take-home quiz on roman numeral harmonic analysis for my music theory class. bah. it'll get done. it's just one thing i have to knock off my list before i can get on that bus.
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i've recently become overwhelmed with my future plans and how i ever expect to accomplish them all without dying (i.e. major in english, double minor in music and english education, professional certificate in editing which will help when i apply to grad school programs (preferably nyu scps) to earn a master's degree in publishing, but then the question always is, what then?), so it's an up-and-down battle. i have to start thinking about taking the gre, but i don't really have to worry yet, but i should. and my advisor is pushing for me to apply to the presidential scholar's program, so i suppose i will; i'll ask my seminar professor from last semester to write me a letter of recommendation and i'll fill out the rest of the application and submit it and see how that goes. apparently, sophomore presidential scholars go away over spring break, and one of the destinations is dublin. i'm still planning on studying abroad in dublin between my junior and senior year, so getting a chance to see nyu in dublin would be lovely. we'll see.
what else. basically, i feel like the luckiest girl in the world, despite the minor stresses and future worryings. that boy (the one who thinks everything i write is a poem - no, who thinks i'm the embodiment of a poem, according to him) and i will be reaching the two-month mark on the 12th. i've never met or known anyone more genuine, kindhearted, intelligent, gorgeous, talented, tender, perfect as he is. i know i'm gushing. i'm well aware. but i've fallen hard (he says he fell for me the moment we met and had to find a way to get to know me), and it's beautiful. i never thought it was possible to actually find someone this great, but i did, and i trust him with everything i am, and he still thinks i'm beautiful even when i fall to pieces and cry just before we skype, even when i'm at my bitchiest, most vile, most disgusting, and when i'm most disgusted and unhappy with myself, he's beautiful and perfect to me. we're always about 3 and a half hours away from each other, but it's worth it. we're making it work. i could never ask for anything more, and i'm just glad he chose to be with me. honestly.
i do get to see him in six days, though; i'm taking the bus to visit for a night. it's not much, but it's better than nothing, and was the only time we could see each other between my spring break two weeks ago (which was lovely, since i was with him for the first weekend, but the weekend before that he was able to come and stay with me for two nights) and the end of school. again, better than nothing. and so very worth it.
i'm rambling on again, i know, but i felt like getting this out. bedtime now; tomorrow i'm having coffee with liz (who set us up, actually) and doing some more homework and reading a whole lot of ulysses (since i only have two more meetings of book club left before i'm done with this portion of my james joyce experience!). i also have to finish my six-page take-home quiz on roman numeral harmonic analysis for my music theory class. bah. it'll get done. it's just one thing i have to knock off my list before i can get on that bus.
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