13 months in 6 minutes
I was going to run today, as I haven't been smoking cigarettes lately . . . but I had a few adderall, started packing my apartment, and 8 smokes later I'm listening to the wrens and thinking I should say hello.
Summer hasn't been much of a vacation because I've been busy with class and Bodega. Oh sweet, sweet Bodega. Some recent drama has forced me to work much harder than I've wanted and I'm sick of picking up slack. I finished my prenatal/pediatric nutrition courses, turned in my final a little late, but I visited the professor at home a few times to chat about cats and dogs and annoying faculty so hopefully she won't take anything off my grade. I did some figuring and I need to maintain a 3.7 or 3.8 until I graduate to bring my gpa above a 3.0, which is a requirement of my dietetic internship. I'm optimistic about talking my way into the school/hospital of my choice, but something tells me the medical world doesn't have as much leeway as I'd like to think.
My lease ends on the 31st and my housing for next year fell through when Brian's dad decided he didn't want to share his house with two 5th-year college kids. Something about us having control over him. He was supposed to hop on his sailboat and tour the world, but I think selling his furniture business didn't garner as much money as he would have liked. He owns/owned a wooden furniture store that did really well in the past, but cheap generic shit from places like target and ikea has destroyed the market for quality furniture that actually lasts for more than five years. Anyhow, I found an apartment today I really liked and I'm going to put in an application tomorrow. A positive credit check will enable me to move in August first, so I'll just need to find a place to put my belongings for a night and I'll be all set.
I'm still happily dating Kristen. We fight about once a week, but it always ends with a promise for peace and our squabbles are quickly forgotten. It's a classic case of getting what I've wanted and then not wanting it. She's finally given in to the whole boyfriend/girlfriend gig and suddenly I feel claustrophobic. I'm not surprised, just mad at myself for acting like an asshole at times.
Parents and brother are good. Kristen and I have gone back to their house a few times for fun and the fourth of July. I miss being there. However, I get the feeling that it's nice to visit, but not to live. I dunno, if I sign a lease that ends in May I might move back for a few months before shipping out to god-knows-where (west coast probably), but that will be decided tomorrow morning when I secure this apartment business.
Well, The Meadowlands is just now ending and I'm pretty satisfied with the update on my life. Hope all is well with you four people that have me friended on here (one of which told me to listen to the wrens some four-odd years ago). Bye for now!
Summer hasn't been much of a vacation because I've been busy with class and Bodega. Oh sweet, sweet Bodega. Some recent drama has forced me to work much harder than I've wanted and I'm sick of picking up slack. I finished my prenatal/pediatric nutrition courses, turned in my final a little late, but I visited the professor at home a few times to chat about cats and dogs and annoying faculty so hopefully she won't take anything off my grade. I did some figuring and I need to maintain a 3.7 or 3.8 until I graduate to bring my gpa above a 3.0, which is a requirement of my dietetic internship. I'm optimistic about talking my way into the school/hospital of my choice, but something tells me the medical world doesn't have as much leeway as I'd like to think.
My lease ends on the 31st and my housing for next year fell through when Brian's dad decided he didn't want to share his house with two 5th-year college kids. Something about us having control over him. He was supposed to hop on his sailboat and tour the world, but I think selling his furniture business didn't garner as much money as he would have liked. He owns/owned a wooden furniture store that did really well in the past, but cheap generic shit from places like target and ikea has destroyed the market for quality furniture that actually lasts for more than five years. Anyhow, I found an apartment today I really liked and I'm going to put in an application tomorrow. A positive credit check will enable me to move in August first, so I'll just need to find a place to put my belongings for a night and I'll be all set.
I'm still happily dating Kristen. We fight about once a week, but it always ends with a promise for peace and our squabbles are quickly forgotten. It's a classic case of getting what I've wanted and then not wanting it. She's finally given in to the whole boyfriend/girlfriend gig and suddenly I feel claustrophobic. I'm not surprised, just mad at myself for acting like an asshole at times.
Parents and brother are good. Kristen and I have gone back to their house a few times for fun and the fourth of July. I miss being there. However, I get the feeling that it's nice to visit, but not to live. I dunno, if I sign a lease that ends in May I might move back for a few months before shipping out to god-knows-where (west coast probably), but that will be decided tomorrow morning when I secure this apartment business.
Well, The Meadowlands is just now ending and I'm pretty satisfied with the update on my life. Hope all is well with you four people that have me friended on here (one of which told me to listen to the wrens some four-odd years ago). Bye for now!