It is finished....
Sure, I'm quoting God--well, Jesus--whatever.. one and the same to me. But either way, I hope He, He or They consider it flattery. And I certainly don't mean to compare the ending of my internship/summer with such a monumental event. Although, there are certain moments over the past few months that made me feel like I descended into hell....
I'm just glad I made it through it all.
In a few days I'll be heading back to Gainesville, where I'll take buses instead of trains, go to classes instead of cubicles and have the ability to walk around my own house naked if I so please.
Not saying I do walk around naked, but it's comforting to know that if I ever wanted to I would have every right and ability to do so.
So, my last week of work went well. I busied myself, got all of my work together and finished everything that I needed to do. The last day went by surprisingly fast, went out to an excellent lunch with my supervisor, walked around downtown area, and then came home with this vacant feeling or, "now what... "
Although I start a whole semester of classes in just over a week, so I'll have plenty to do. But still... sometimes I'll spend a long time waiting for things to end and then right after their over I still feel sad.
My supervisor wrote a very nice evaluation of me. I didn't expect it to be so nice, comprehensive and well written, so I'm thankful for that. Now I have to write my evaluation to send into the foundation so I can receive my scholarship. It's only 400 words, so I'm trying to think of what I want to say and how to say it.
So, I'm trying to think about what I want to do right now. Jim's at work (he only has two days left). The funny thing is that I was semi interested in going out tonight, but he said he wanted to get some sleep because he has to work in the morning. HA. I wish I could make that bigger to accurately represent the irony of this entire situation... hmmm... wait....
HA.
Yeah, I think that works well. So, I say I want to get to bed early because I have work in the morning almost every day and I pretty much get labeled as a boring, stagnant, too-sober-for-my-own-good, loser. But Jim does it and it makes perfect responsible sense.
Such is life. *Plays small violin for myself*
But it's cool... I have a sense of humor about it all now that I'm done with work. It's like I instantly de-stressed. Too bad I couldn't sleep past 8 this morning. I really need to work on getting back to my sleep-in-routine for college :P
So back to what I want to do. I spent the past few hours listening to Andy McKee followed by sappy country music love songs. There's a moment for everything I guess.
So, I'm trying to decide between watching Black Snake Moan or reading more of Anna Karenina... Yeah right, BIG difference.... heh. Samuel L. Jackson or Tolstoy? Decisions, decisions....
But this is the beauty of not having anything to do. I think I will do BOTH. I'll grab a snack and watch Black Snake Moan by myself in the back room. It's been a while since I've seen it, and I think I want to give it another view by myself so I can take it in better.
Whoa... ironically, I just realized I have Hustle and Flow as my Netflix rental, which is written and directed by Craig Brewer, who also wrote and directed Black Snake Moan...
I think it's a sign.
I'll watch BSM first and then read Anna Karenina until Jim gets home. I need to put a bigger dent in the book anyway. I'm only 200 pages in (out of 700). But I think that's decent progress considering I only read on the commute to and from work on the train, which is only a 15-20 minute ride. And , of course, I didn't read every day.
I doubt I'll finish it before class starts. Maybe that should be my new goal....
Anyway, on to Sammy J. and his mighty rebuking chain!