All The Trees Of The Field Will Clap Their Hands
I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens and realized when I woke up this morning that I'm getting better. Slowly but surely, I'm getting better. I'm still looking for that rebound relationship, and I'm still going a little stir crazy at how much I fucked up. But I can appreciate music now (which is prolly really weird) and I can write an entry and separate my thoughts and understand myself better.
Class is interesting. Time is pretty fucked up.
I'm getting back in to the swing of things, and it feels like finding a way to move along without him.
I flew solo on this new issue of the newspaper. I pretty much layed everything out on my own. Its not great. I mean, its not bad at all, I think I have the concept down pretty pat. Its just... there are small things that I feel like I should have caught. I know, its my first issue and I layed out a third of the paper - four pages and I know I'll get better with time. It just could be better. And its kinda out there, all published and stuff.
Yikes.
Idk. I have a burn on my hand that hurts and is really kinda noticeable. I kinda like it, but that's just my ego that enjoys being noticed every once in a (all the time) while. ;0)~
Class is interesting. Time is pretty fucked up.
I'm getting back in to the swing of things, and it feels like finding a way to move along without him.
I flew solo on this new issue of the newspaper. I pretty much layed everything out on my own. Its not great. I mean, its not bad at all, I think I have the concept down pretty pat. Its just... there are small things that I feel like I should have caught. I know, its my first issue and I layed out a third of the paper - four pages and I know I'll get better with time. It just could be better. And its kinda out there, all published and stuff.
Yikes.
Idk. I have a burn on my hand that hurts and is really kinda noticeable. I kinda like it, but that's just my ego that enjoys being noticed every once in a (all the time) while. ;0)~