A New Beginning...Maybe
So it's been 5 months since my last entry. I'd apologize for my absence, but I'm sure those of you to whom I owe an apology have long since stopped reading. Which I am ok with. "You" being the rhetorical audience I assume actually read this to begin with. As "you" may recall my last entry was about stupid drunk girls and hook-ups...I'd like to start by telling you that my life has drastically changed since then. I'd also like to tell you I discovered that yes, after all these years of wishing and hoping, I have super powers. Neither of which is true. Although my fall semester of junior year slipped away before my very eyes without so much as anything worth meriting with a mention (aside from a car accident, but that's old news.)
Now, I can't explain why, after just shy of 6 months of obscurity I have decided to pen (type rather) my thoughts again. There's no real reason. I just felt compelled to do it. I'm actually surprised I remembered how I structured my name for this, or my password for that matter. I know...I even amaze myself.
Moving on to matters of slightly more substance... In my half-year absence I have remained single which you can attribute to choice, or to any number of other reasons. I prefer the former. Whatever the reason may be... I care not to discuss it. I'm still out on the prowl trying to "slay hood-rats" but that's loosing it's appeal I fear. Oh well...win some, lose some.
Speaking of which, I'm still swimming. Yep, and I managed to get out of that "Sophomore Slump" I was in...I don't think I'd call my progress "The Comeback of the Year" though. (FallOutBoy fans will get it, but it's still an awful joke.) Anyways, I'm dropping time and doing quite well. It's quite refreshing actually...I'm almost proud of myself. Almost.
I still work at Hollister while at school, which I hate. I debate quitting on a weekly basis. And, yes, still at Market Basket while home. The Big MB has become something of a second home... I come and go as I please with no regard for authority, and no one tries to tell me different. Fuckers.
I don't recall if I made this clear earlier, but I'm and English Major, and I'm leaning towards a writing concentration...mainly because I don't know if I want to teach, and because I like writing. Duh.
I'm still not in a band, which is very disheartening. I'm thinking of taking that dream out back behind the barn and giving it the "old yeller." Maybe I was never meant to make music. Poetry though...that's almost a curse. I think in syllables and similies which I'm sure every employer in the world is looking for in a potential associate. Watch out monster.com you only have a year left before my reign of terror on the job market begins. Mark your calendar and count your blessings.
I am so far enjoying my classes this semester. Some more than others...but nothing that I loathe.
Someone once told me that over the course of your college carrier the shape of your social circle will greatly change...I could not agree more. I thought about it, and perhaps the best way to put it is like this... Entering college is like the moment after a pinata breaks, you scramble around trying to gather up as many friends as you can. Then as time goes on you figure out which candy you really like, which ones you'll eat just because, and which ones you can afford to throw out. That's my little synopsis of the situation. I also neglected to consider that each yeah a pinata breaks for the freshman, so they may gather you up as well. Speaking of which, I've made some pretty good friends with some freshman, especially those I swim with.
I feel this is sufficiently long enough to both fill-in, and shock anyone who may still have me on their friends list. I cannot say for certain when, if ever I will post again...however I did enjoy this little recap / collection of my thoughts.
I no longer love my Donnie Darko Icon...so that might change, assuming I care enough to change it.
Until next time...
~f2
Now, I can't explain why, after just shy of 6 months of obscurity I have decided to pen (type rather) my thoughts again. There's no real reason. I just felt compelled to do it. I'm actually surprised I remembered how I structured my name for this, or my password for that matter. I know...I even amaze myself.
Moving on to matters of slightly more substance... In my half-year absence I have remained single which you can attribute to choice, or to any number of other reasons. I prefer the former. Whatever the reason may be... I care not to discuss it. I'm still out on the prowl trying to "slay hood-rats" but that's loosing it's appeal I fear. Oh well...win some, lose some.
Speaking of which, I'm still swimming. Yep, and I managed to get out of that "Sophomore Slump" I was in...I don't think I'd call my progress "The Comeback of the Year" though. (FallOutBoy fans will get it, but it's still an awful joke.) Anyways, I'm dropping time and doing quite well. It's quite refreshing actually...I'm almost proud of myself. Almost.
I still work at Hollister while at school, which I hate. I debate quitting on a weekly basis. And, yes, still at Market Basket while home. The Big MB has become something of a second home... I come and go as I please with no regard for authority, and no one tries to tell me different. Fuckers.
I don't recall if I made this clear earlier, but I'm and English Major, and I'm leaning towards a writing concentration...mainly because I don't know if I want to teach, and because I like writing. Duh.
I'm still not in a band, which is very disheartening. I'm thinking of taking that dream out back behind the barn and giving it the "old yeller." Maybe I was never meant to make music. Poetry though...that's almost a curse. I think in syllables and similies which I'm sure every employer in the world is looking for in a potential associate. Watch out monster.com you only have a year left before my reign of terror on the job market begins. Mark your calendar and count your blessings.
I am so far enjoying my classes this semester. Some more than others...but nothing that I loathe.
Someone once told me that over the course of your college carrier the shape of your social circle will greatly change...I could not agree more. I thought about it, and perhaps the best way to put it is like this... Entering college is like the moment after a pinata breaks, you scramble around trying to gather up as many friends as you can. Then as time goes on you figure out which candy you really like, which ones you'll eat just because, and which ones you can afford to throw out. That's my little synopsis of the situation. I also neglected to consider that each yeah a pinata breaks for the freshman, so they may gather you up as well. Speaking of which, I've made some pretty good friends with some freshman, especially those I swim with.
I feel this is sufficiently long enough to both fill-in, and shock anyone who may still have me on their friends list. I cannot say for certain when, if ever I will post again...however I did enjoy this little recap / collection of my thoughts.
I no longer love my Donnie Darko Icon...so that might change, assuming I care enough to change it.
Until next time...
~f2