If Only My Mother Believed in Heat
The past few days have gone by entirely fast. I'm not sure why. It's probably because I've spent the past few days waking up, reading, surfing the internet, and going to sleep. There's not much to do in Lexington when it's cold out, and not that many people to hang out with. So I've kept to myself. Things will probably pick back up when my brother's finals finish and he's back at the house. But for now I'm just going to sit around in this cold house and think for a while.
First semester is over. I kind of had a lapse of reason a few weeks earlier where I made the realization that I need to get my stuff together and work hard, or else I'm just wasting my money at Transy. In those weeks I learned a lot about analyzing things deeper thanks to one of my professors. It has been a truly beneficial lesson to me. We'll just see when I get my grades. Finals week was near murder for me. I studied every day straight from Sunday to Friday, pulling some all nighters over the course of the week.
But when I left Transy, I wasn't as happy as I hoped to be. I kinda can't wait to get back. It's kind of sick, especially because I have Spanish III, Biological Interactions, Literary Interpretations, and Popular Fictions to look forward to. Haha. New challenges. Not to mention super duper Italy-Croatia-Slavania trip in May. Singining a concert in Venice? Once in a lifetime opportunity.
Of course, money has been a problem. I didn't think it would be at the moment of losing my job, but unexpected fees kept popping up. Now I've been having panic attacks about affording things like books and school and Christmas presents. I can't stand receiving gifts without giving them as well, never have. I love to give. But I'm going to have to do something I've been avoiding because I hate doing it - asking my Grandparents for money. But I'm also applying at every book store in town.
You should have seen me get an application at Waldenbooks. Instead of going straight there, I wondered around Fayette Mall trying to think of what to say. I can't believe I got nervous about it. I haven't done the whole application thing for four years... I'm still kind of afraid of rejection. But I finished my Joseph Beth one and I'm going to put my Waldenbooks one in as soon as it clears up. Wish me luck.
But for now, or at least until my brother gets here, I'm going to continue to read and be lazy. I think I've earned it. Now that I'm done with Hermann Hess's Demian, the only other book I brought with me was The Castle by Franz Kafka. Score.
First semester is over. I kind of had a lapse of reason a few weeks earlier where I made the realization that I need to get my stuff together and work hard, or else I'm just wasting my money at Transy. In those weeks I learned a lot about analyzing things deeper thanks to one of my professors. It has been a truly beneficial lesson to me. We'll just see when I get my grades. Finals week was near murder for me. I studied every day straight from Sunday to Friday, pulling some all nighters over the course of the week.
But when I left Transy, I wasn't as happy as I hoped to be. I kinda can't wait to get back. It's kind of sick, especially because I have Spanish III, Biological Interactions, Literary Interpretations, and Popular Fictions to look forward to. Haha. New challenges. Not to mention super duper Italy-Croatia-Slavania trip in May. Singining a concert in Venice? Once in a lifetime opportunity.
Of course, money has been a problem. I didn't think it would be at the moment of losing my job, but unexpected fees kept popping up. Now I've been having panic attacks about affording things like books and school and Christmas presents. I can't stand receiving gifts without giving them as well, never have. I love to give. But I'm going to have to do something I've been avoiding because I hate doing it - asking my Grandparents for money. But I'm also applying at every book store in town.
You should have seen me get an application at Waldenbooks. Instead of going straight there, I wondered around Fayette Mall trying to think of what to say. I can't believe I got nervous about it. I haven't done the whole application thing for four years... I'm still kind of afraid of rejection. But I finished my Joseph Beth one and I'm going to put my Waldenbooks one in as soon as it clears up. Wish me luck.
But for now, or at least until my brother gets here, I'm going to continue to read and be lazy. I think I've earned it. Now that I'm done with Hermann Hess's Demian, the only other book I brought with me was The Castle by Franz Kafka. Score.