I want you, exactly like I used to
So, to very little fanfare, here is a public Livejournal entry. As I offered to my LJ-account friends:
"I think I'll be posting more of my personal thoughts, beliefs, opinions, etc. because, well, I won't have a backlog of eight months to detail." Here goes.
I'm in my senior year of college. I still remember being a freshman at Bryant University, being scared shitless- hell, I remember being a freshman in high school, being scared shitless! Since I transferred schools, I had to make up a deficit of 14 credits in order to graduate on time in May 2010 (as it stood, when I entered Smith in January 2008, I would have technically graduated in January 2011- unacceptable- I can't afford spending another $25,000 for an extraneous semester at my beloved school). This involved a grueling process of taking extra courses last semester (a choice so hellish yet so fruitful it's hard to regret doing it), hunting down my Advanced Placement course scores from high school, and taking some fluff classes in this past January interterm to be considered a senior by the powers that be.
That whole business was finally saw to back in May. Though it destroyed a good portion of my sanity and mental health, I worked hard and accomplished what I needed to. Four months have passed and I'm back in school.
Right now, I should be memorizing the first 18 lines of The Canterbury Tales. I've memorized about five so far. What I'd like to do instead is paint a birthday present for a good friend, a Rush rat who just turned 40. And cry a little bit.
It's miserable outside. I hate this liminal weather (in Western Mass it's currently overcast, chilly, and glum)- it's more proof of the summer that didn't feel like one (because, I might remind you, it is still technically summer). I'm wearing socks and it's rather unfortunate.
"Whan that Aprill with his shours soote. . ."
"I think I'll be posting more of my personal thoughts, beliefs, opinions, etc. because, well, I won't have a backlog of eight months to detail." Here goes.
I'm in my senior year of college. I still remember being a freshman at Bryant University, being scared shitless- hell, I remember being a freshman in high school, being scared shitless! Since I transferred schools, I had to make up a deficit of 14 credits in order to graduate on time in May 2010 (as it stood, when I entered Smith in January 2008, I would have technically graduated in January 2011- unacceptable- I can't afford spending another $25,000 for an extraneous semester at my beloved school). This involved a grueling process of taking extra courses last semester (a choice so hellish yet so fruitful it's hard to regret doing it), hunting down my Advanced Placement course scores from high school, and taking some fluff classes in this past January interterm to be considered a senior by the powers that be.
That whole business was finally saw to back in May. Though it destroyed a good portion of my sanity and mental health, I worked hard and accomplished what I needed to. Four months have passed and I'm back in school.
Right now, I should be memorizing the first 18 lines of The Canterbury Tales. I've memorized about five so far. What I'd like to do instead is paint a birthday present for a good friend, a Rush rat who just turned 40. And cry a little bit.
It's miserable outside. I hate this liminal weather (in Western Mass it's currently overcast, chilly, and glum)- it's more proof of the summer that didn't feel like one (because, I might remind you, it is still technically summer). I'm wearing socks and it's rather unfortunate.
"Whan that Aprill with his shours soote. . ."