Fallen now is Babylon the great.
The days where I have a life interesting enough to blog about are unfortunately long gone - as always between the months of August and May, I've become a full-time student. I did drop a French class this semester that was far too much work for an elective, dropping me down to 14 hours - and as a result, I feel like I spend no time on campus at all. Wireless internet in my apartment, along with various television shows and a boyfriend a phone call away have made it far too easy to procrastinate; note that I'm writing an entry when I really should be memorizing generic names of drugs or taking notes on the electron transport chain in the mitochondria, among other things.
The boyfriend, by the way, is great, and we celebrated four years together last week. The concept of such a large amount of time is somewhat of a paradox - I don't remember my life without him, and yet I can't believe four years have passed by so quickly. We had a horrible fight last night which doesn't need to be detailed here, but the one thing I know with this guy is that no matter how intense a fight is - which last night's certainly was - I know that we'll make it through. We'll do so even if it isn't pretty. Some huge changes will be facing us in the next few months as he decides where he wants to attend graduate school - a decision that will affect where I live as well after my graduation if we're still together. Pretty scary stuff, really - I've gotten very used to our hour-apart relationship and multiplying that by three or ten is not something I'm looking forward to by any means.
I hate living at home, even for a weekend. I don't know how I'll handle winter break this year or even next summer. I've always known that I'm not my mother's favorite daughter; I just wish she didn't make it so obvious. They pull me in 5 (6, including my sister who's also in college) different directions, and by the end of spending even a few hours with them I'm ready to get back to school. The next three and a half years are not going to be easy - but I don't have the income to live on my own.
And that's my life in a nutshell; now I really should get started on learning some of those drugs.
The boyfriend, by the way, is great, and we celebrated four years together last week. The concept of such a large amount of time is somewhat of a paradox - I don't remember my life without him, and yet I can't believe four years have passed by so quickly. We had a horrible fight last night which doesn't need to be detailed here, but the one thing I know with this guy is that no matter how intense a fight is - which last night's certainly was - I know that we'll make it through. We'll do so even if it isn't pretty. Some huge changes will be facing us in the next few months as he decides where he wants to attend graduate school - a decision that will affect where I live as well after my graduation if we're still together. Pretty scary stuff, really - I've gotten very used to our hour-apart relationship and multiplying that by three or ten is not something I'm looking forward to by any means.
I hate living at home, even for a weekend. I don't know how I'll handle winter break this year or even next summer. I've always known that I'm not my mother's favorite daughter; I just wish she didn't make it so obvious. They pull me in 5 (6, including my sister who's also in college) different directions, and by the end of spending even a few hours with them I'm ready to get back to school. The next three and a half years are not going to be easy - but I don't have the income to live on my own.
And that's my life in a nutshell; now I really should get started on learning some of those drugs.