Tired
So I mentioned to Chris that I would write in this thing every day even if it was only to say "I'm waaay to tired to write"
I thought about writing that tonight but I've got so many worries on the brain
1) Living situation. Chris is thinking of moving to NY which means not one but two rooms of this apt. will be vacant and it is up to me to find people to fill these spaces. The best situation would be if Hilary and Laura would move in with me. However, even if this worked out I still have a problem because both Hilary and I are thinking of going abroad for the spring semester.
I now am apreciating just how stupid it was to move off campus. I wouldn't say I regret it but I'm faced with a bitch of a problem. One idea was to move back on campus for a semester (and I would have to talk to housing about it asap) but then I don't know what I'd do with all of my shit...and by all of my shit I mean my bed and desk. I could put them in storage but I don't know how to get back into housing that doesn't suck balls. Perhaps I could use my father's sway which leads me to my second worry.
I had something of a fight with my dad on the phone. Without going into too many details I have yet another friend who has unwittingly offended Bonnie.
Dad: So did your friend thank you for letting her stay with us?
Me: yeah, of course
Dad: Well, El, she didn't thank US and that was really inconsiderate. I don't know what's wrong with your friends-
I could feel my chest swelling and my throat tightening so I said, trying my hardest not to loose it completely: "Fine, that's just fine. I wont allow any of my friends to cross your threshold in the future!" and I hung up on him.
I never hang up on people.
But I was so mad, so hurt. It was like an old wound was torn open and the forgotten ugliness came oozing out of it. All of my anger towards Bonnie had once again surfaced and I couldn't speak to the man who in so many ways was her puppet. It was like I could see her voice embedded in his words.
I may email or call Dad; I know he handles these things by ignorning him but my hanging up on him was pretty harsh (though deserved) and is unlikely to be ignored.
On a lighter note: went to my first Hockey game with Klien. It was fun but worth doing once; it wasn't really my scene though I was really impressed with the skills of the skaters. They would fall on the ice and all over eachother, yet stand up almost instantly. The crowd is clearly what its all about though I really don't fully support the bad sportsmanship "YOU SUCK, YOU CHILD MOLESTER!". I suppose TEC has brainwashed me :)
Got books and (huzzah) am in all of the classes I need to be. Am debating going back to Lyric. I think I should and this week should start looking into places to apply for in the summer that are in Boston and a few more in NY.
Anyway, Christine got me into this show called...er...actually, I'm not sure what its called but its "Survivor" for fashion designers. It's alot of fun to watch with friends. In our commentary Chirstine are often on the same communication wave length, even if we don't always agree.
Still no mans but I'm going to try my best to "put myself out there"
...whatever that means
I thought about writing that tonight but I've got so many worries on the brain
1) Living situation. Chris is thinking of moving to NY which means not one but two rooms of this apt. will be vacant and it is up to me to find people to fill these spaces. The best situation would be if Hilary and Laura would move in with me. However, even if this worked out I still have a problem because both Hilary and I are thinking of going abroad for the spring semester.
I now am apreciating just how stupid it was to move off campus. I wouldn't say I regret it but I'm faced with a bitch of a problem. One idea was to move back on campus for a semester (and I would have to talk to housing about it asap) but then I don't know what I'd do with all of my shit...and by all of my shit I mean my bed and desk. I could put them in storage but I don't know how to get back into housing that doesn't suck balls. Perhaps I could use my father's sway which leads me to my second worry.
I had something of a fight with my dad on the phone. Without going into too many details I have yet another friend who has unwittingly offended Bonnie.
Dad: So did your friend thank you for letting her stay with us?
Me: yeah, of course
Dad: Well, El, she didn't thank US and that was really inconsiderate. I don't know what's wrong with your friends-
I could feel my chest swelling and my throat tightening so I said, trying my hardest not to loose it completely: "Fine, that's just fine. I wont allow any of my friends to cross your threshold in the future!" and I hung up on him.
I never hang up on people.
But I was so mad, so hurt. It was like an old wound was torn open and the forgotten ugliness came oozing out of it. All of my anger towards Bonnie had once again surfaced and I couldn't speak to the man who in so many ways was her puppet. It was like I could see her voice embedded in his words.
I may email or call Dad; I know he handles these things by ignorning him but my hanging up on him was pretty harsh (though deserved) and is unlikely to be ignored.
On a lighter note: went to my first Hockey game with Klien. It was fun but worth doing once; it wasn't really my scene though I was really impressed with the skills of the skaters. They would fall on the ice and all over eachother, yet stand up almost instantly. The crowd is clearly what its all about though I really don't fully support the bad sportsmanship "YOU SUCK, YOU CHILD MOLESTER!". I suppose TEC has brainwashed me :)
Got books and (huzzah) am in all of the classes I need to be. Am debating going back to Lyric. I think I should and this week should start looking into places to apply for in the summer that are in Boston and a few more in NY.
Anyway, Christine got me into this show called...er...actually, I'm not sure what its called but its "Survivor" for fashion designers. It's alot of fun to watch with friends. In our commentary Chirstine are often on the same communication wave length, even if we don't always agree.
Still no mans but I'm going to try my best to "put myself out there"
...whatever that means