college...its strange
I'm freezing my ass off in this glacier I call my dorm room but I finished my essay so everything seems right with the world.
I've been working out twice a day and stubbornly refusing to take the elevator to my third floor room which makes me significantly prouder of myself than I thought I would be.
It seems as if I've been here for a long time and I've caught myself acting as if I've known my newfound friends for years. Yet when I go to hug them or be overly-affectionate as I do with my loves I realize that I've only known them for four weeks and do not actually feel fully comfortable to release my inner Olivianess to the complete.
I miss my dears whom I could squeeze and cuddle and snuggle with to my heart's delight without worries that I am invading someone's private bubble.
Through coercive means from professors, I have taken on two massive research projects this semester that I am not sure I will be able to handle. My first I was very excited about until I found that there are absolutely no books, journals, or any other research-like source to be found on my topic. Which makes me jittery and worried. My second is a topic I did not know I was interested in until it was proposed to me. Now I cannot wait to embark on it but am no sure if I will be able to handle the style and research process of this project.
I am a studio art minor! Which settles my mind a bit about my worries that I will be forced to stray from my passions and dreams. Now if only I could figure out my damned major...
I miss you all so very much.
This entry seems to be running all over the place but that's the way my thoughts have been conducting themselves lately.
peace and love
I've been working out twice a day and stubbornly refusing to take the elevator to my third floor room which makes me significantly prouder of myself than I thought I would be.
It seems as if I've been here for a long time and I've caught myself acting as if I've known my newfound friends for years. Yet when I go to hug them or be overly-affectionate as I do with my loves I realize that I've only known them for four weeks and do not actually feel fully comfortable to release my inner Olivianess to the complete.
I miss my dears whom I could squeeze and cuddle and snuggle with to my heart's delight without worries that I am invading someone's private bubble.
Through coercive means from professors, I have taken on two massive research projects this semester that I am not sure I will be able to handle. My first I was very excited about until I found that there are absolutely no books, journals, or any other research-like source to be found on my topic. Which makes me jittery and worried. My second is a topic I did not know I was interested in until it was proposed to me. Now I cannot wait to embark on it but am no sure if I will be able to handle the style and research process of this project.
I am a studio art minor! Which settles my mind a bit about my worries that I will be forced to stray from my passions and dreams. Now if only I could figure out my damned major...
I miss you all so very much.
This entry seems to be running all over the place but that's the way my thoughts have been conducting themselves lately.
peace and love