Gotta love how stuff works out
My iPod died. Like, seriously crashed and would have cost over $400 to repair. I laughed in the guys face when he said "so, you want me to send it in?" NO!! So...I am now the proud owner of a *shudder* video iPod. It isn't as bad as I thought...and I love that I have a picture with each song, but still...it's frustrating that my old one is gone. I liked it.
Here is what I have learned this semester: making new friends is good. When one seems interested, it can make things sorta hazy. When that same one does something to hurt you, which you were not expecting at all, it bites. But it can be overcome. And writing is very theraputic.
I've finally found my story by the way. I've always wanted to have a character or a story to continue forever. Like, I'll write a little bit about it, and walk away, and come back in a couple days and do some more. What's weird is that I've been writing poetry lately. Not stories. So her first appearance is in a poem. Her name is Delany. Don't ask.
My friend Mark left for Manchester today at about lunch time. I'm dieing, he needs to hurry up and get there and get settled so I can talk to him again. He's gonna get there just in time to meet some friends and go out for a drink. Because yes m'dears, drinking at 18 (or his case 19) is legal and common in England. And so he's going to do something that I am entirely jealous of: he's going to a pub, watching a football match and drinking with good friends.
I'm thinking that I am getting way too depressed just thinking about England. The next 113 days will not go fast enough. Don't get me wrong, I'm gonna miss my friends and stuff but I don't want to do this waiting. For those of you that have done that "big move" situation, you know what I mean. Leaving a place that's comfortable for a place that is new and strange. I want to go. I want to get my fresh start. Because I think it's good to every once in a while just get a clean slate. I'll get all new friends (aside from Mark) who know nothing about me. I can be completely different, if I want.
Lately I've been feeling like I've changed because of the new people I chill with now, but I can't be that new person all the time, because I have my old friends to keep in mind. When I move I won't have to worry about it so much.
I don't know how this is coming across to everyone...I might sound really shallow, or two-faced or something.
O well...I can't wait to move. I am genuinely excited, and I really think moving day, while slightly sad, will be the beginning of a whole new time for me.
BTW, I don't plan on moving back to the States ever. I plan on living in England for the rest of my life. I'll come back to the States to visit. But, like I told someone on aim the other night, England, in that one year, felt more like home than anywhere else I've ever lived. I've wanted it back since I was 11 years old. There is no chance of me giving it up a second time. Like hell I will. Can you imagine getting what you've always wanted...having it taken away from you...and then being lucky enough to get it again? I will not let it be taken away from me again. It's too important to me.