i'm glad i hitched my apple wagon to your star
Forcing myself to write. Go.
I've really gotten out of the habit of writing in here, of writing at all. That can't be good. Something needs to be done about this.
3 weeks into the next semester of school, my last semester of school.
man, does that sound weird. and it keeps sounding weirder.
this time of year is usually not so fun for me and i feel those familiar sentiments trying their best to tug at my sleeve lately. i keep putting up the best fight i can.
i need to find a part-time job. i've been trying for a few weeks now and there are a few leads.. we'll just have to see. i need something else to fill my time though with only 10 credit hours (4 of those belonging to, yes folks, ice skating instruction and history of rock and roll part 2!)
oooh yeah.
Still no concrete ideas as to what my life will be in a year, or even in MAY! hah... ah. nice.
It's been essentially a year since I arrived in Madrid. now that feels strange. it doesn't get any easier to be away either. i probably think about that period of my life an incredible amount every day.. i'll remember something, i'll think about a friend and this intense feeling that i can't even remotely begin to accurately describe washes over me and i can do nothing but be prey to it. dramatic-sounding but true.
will i feel this way in a year about my time here in bloomington? probably somewhat.. yes. and i'm trying to realize that now. make the most of my remaining time here.
what i know is this keeps looking more and more appealing:
ahh lonely highway, only friend.
i love that picture. it was this great empty road surrounded by the marshes when i went down to new orleans/bayouland with ryan over winter break. i love the road!
so the radio station is FM now. and frustrations and bitterness aside for a moment, that's pretty damn cool. i can listen to it from an actual radio.
my new show is going to be tuesdays from midnight-1 am eastern time. (yeah only an hour this semester). however, this week i'll be on from 1 am-2am on wednesdays since i have to drive home for a doctor's appointment tuesday night. you should listen to me then. i'll post another link later.
i have a feeling that somehow this week will go quickly, which is splendid because i wouldnt have it any other way, for my two favorite men await me at the end of the week (ryan) and (andrew bird) (of course). my poor head isnt going to know which way to turn. it'll be making nervous tic motions to the left, to the right.. every which way.
eee i want to drive to canada! what's wrong with me! nothing!
no more being anxious
I've really gotten out of the habit of writing in here, of writing at all. That can't be good. Something needs to be done about this.
3 weeks into the next semester of school, my last semester of school.
man, does that sound weird. and it keeps sounding weirder.
this time of year is usually not so fun for me and i feel those familiar sentiments trying their best to tug at my sleeve lately. i keep putting up the best fight i can.
i need to find a part-time job. i've been trying for a few weeks now and there are a few leads.. we'll just have to see. i need something else to fill my time though with only 10 credit hours (4 of those belonging to, yes folks, ice skating instruction and history of rock and roll part 2!)
oooh yeah.
Still no concrete ideas as to what my life will be in a year, or even in MAY! hah... ah. nice.
It's been essentially a year since I arrived in Madrid. now that feels strange. it doesn't get any easier to be away either. i probably think about that period of my life an incredible amount every day.. i'll remember something, i'll think about a friend and this intense feeling that i can't even remotely begin to accurately describe washes over me and i can do nothing but be prey to it. dramatic-sounding but true.
will i feel this way in a year about my time here in bloomington? probably somewhat.. yes. and i'm trying to realize that now. make the most of my remaining time here.
what i know is this keeps looking more and more appealing:
ahh lonely highway, only friend.
i love that picture. it was this great empty road surrounded by the marshes when i went down to new orleans/bayouland with ryan over winter break. i love the road!
so the radio station is FM now. and frustrations and bitterness aside for a moment, that's pretty damn cool. i can listen to it from an actual radio.
my new show is going to be tuesdays from midnight-1 am eastern time. (yeah only an hour this semester). however, this week i'll be on from 1 am-2am on wednesdays since i have to drive home for a doctor's appointment tuesday night. you should listen to me then. i'll post another link later.
i have a feeling that somehow this week will go quickly, which is splendid because i wouldnt have it any other way, for my two favorite men await me at the end of the week (ryan) and (andrew bird) (of course). my poor head isnt going to know which way to turn. it'll be making nervous tic motions to the left, to the right.. every which way.
eee i want to drive to canada! what's wrong with me! nothing!
no more being anxious