And I swear I'll never do it again... unless you kinda liked it...
I find this whole journaling business either therapeutic or ridiculous, depending on the day. Seeing as I'm currently trying to make myself sleepy, journaling sounded like a good idea.
I was walking down the stairs of my dorm with Karly and Meredith today when Karly stopped on the steps and turned around and said "...I feel very college right now." We all just kind of smirked, because we've all had moments where we've stopped and had that revelation. The kind where you pause and realize where exactly you are.
I currently have $9.37 to my name, thanks to my active pursuit (as of late) of two forms of cancer: lung and skin.
All the money I make from the psych study I'm in is probably going to go towards gas this summer. Nothing else (since my future plethora of bras will be practically free)... just gas. I'm planning on road-tripping the fuck out of myself this summer. I already have one mapped out with Meredith, Alyssa, Karly, Emily, and me. It's going to be all over Illinois and end in Emily's large empty house with lots of pink champagne.
God, what else this summer.... I'll be working at the Icing and Victoria's secret, and possibly at the DuPage Medical Group as a receptionist. I'm gonna save up a shitload of money so that in September I can commence my first year as a 20-something without any thought to finances.
Unrealistic? Probably.
Picked my classes for the fall today, except one. But in terms of what I have so far:
-The American Novel to 1914
-Intermediate Italian II
-Psych Statistics
-Elements of Psycholinguistics
-????
I swear I was thisclose to taking "Russian and Eastern European Science Fiction." Ok, more like this close, but still.
Sorry if this whole thing seemed kind of directionless. I just needed an outlet for a bit.
Good night. :)
I was walking down the stairs of my dorm with Karly and Meredith today when Karly stopped on the steps and turned around and said "...I feel very college right now." We all just kind of smirked, because we've all had moments where we've stopped and had that revelation. The kind where you pause and realize where exactly you are.
I currently have $9.37 to my name, thanks to my active pursuit (as of late) of two forms of cancer: lung and skin.
All the money I make from the psych study I'm in is probably going to go towards gas this summer. Nothing else (since my future plethora of bras will be practically free)... just gas. I'm planning on road-tripping the fuck out of myself this summer. I already have one mapped out with Meredith, Alyssa, Karly, Emily, and me. It's going to be all over Illinois and end in Emily's large empty house with lots of pink champagne.
God, what else this summer.... I'll be working at the Icing and Victoria's secret, and possibly at the DuPage Medical Group as a receptionist. I'm gonna save up a shitload of money so that in September I can commence my first year as a 20-something without any thought to finances.
Unrealistic? Probably.
Picked my classes for the fall today, except one. But in terms of what I have so far:
-The American Novel to 1914
-Intermediate Italian II
-Psych Statistics
-Elements of Psycholinguistics
-????
I swear I was thisclose to taking "Russian and Eastern European Science Fiction." Ok, more like this close, but still.
Sorry if this whole thing seemed kind of directionless. I just needed an outlet for a bit.
Good night. :)