Thought Bubbles
I am sitting in a secluded corner of my college's student building, eating a McDonald's meal I have willingly purchased, and have gone out of my way to do so. While that may not be amazing to most people, I have avoided eating at such fast-food places for quite some time now. Usually, the only times I'd end up eating at such a place would be if some friends of mine were going.
This year certainly has been a strange one. I started college again and am pulling above a 3.0 GPA for the first time ever, (3.67), I lost the friendship that got me out here in the first place, I have been living alone after that, which is also a first. Friends gained and lost, friendships strained and strengthened. Support from people I was not expecting, and rejection by others that I found suprising.
My father and I have never really gotten along. He and I always had the worst fights of anyone in the family, and sometimes it came to blows. When my parents divorced, me and my brother lived with my mother. Since I have re-started college and have been making it out here, my father has shown me an incredible amount of support, and my mother has shown very little. It's a bit strange in fact, my father lived out in Colorado when he was my age, as well.
In one week, it will have been three months since I have made any sort of contact with my friend Coyote. I made a journal entry three months ago dictating that I would not initiate any sort of contact with him without him first contacting me. Years ago, I swore I would never eat fast food if there were other options.
This triple cheeseburger with fries is delicious, Coyote. Happy New Year.
This year certainly has been a strange one. I started college again and am pulling above a 3.0 GPA for the first time ever, (3.67), I lost the friendship that got me out here in the first place, I have been living alone after that, which is also a first. Friends gained and lost, friendships strained and strengthened. Support from people I was not expecting, and rejection by others that I found suprising.
My father and I have never really gotten along. He and I always had the worst fights of anyone in the family, and sometimes it came to blows. When my parents divorced, me and my brother lived with my mother. Since I have re-started college and have been making it out here, my father has shown me an incredible amount of support, and my mother has shown very little. It's a bit strange in fact, my father lived out in Colorado when he was my age, as well.
In one week, it will have been three months since I have made any sort of contact with my friend Coyote. I made a journal entry three months ago dictating that I would not initiate any sort of contact with him without him first contacting me. Years ago, I swore I would never eat fast food if there were other options.
This triple cheeseburger with fries is delicious, Coyote. Happy New Year.