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Grades from Summer 06 -
Advanced Exposition - A
Restoration/18th Century Lit - B-
GPA for semester (probably) - 3.35
GPA overall (probably) - 3.43
58 down, 71 to go til graduation.
I won 2nd place for UMD's writing awards in the fiction category. I won 175.00 in scholarship and a check that I'll receive eventually for 325.00 (500 total) so I was pretty excited. What will I do with the money? No clue.
My dad moved the computer desk so it's now sort of right next to the TV. In the process he managed to break my 70 dollar scanner (by setting it on top of my monitor and then moving my desk...obviously didn't think that one through) and my Seinfeld salt and pepper shakers that were in their box. He offered to pay for it but I said I'll put the money towards a new camera.
The paid parking starts in Dearborn in August. If business really sinks, I'm transferring to Livonia. I'd see more folks I knew. If that's good or bad, I have no idea. We'll see how it goes. I really don't feel like paying 40 bucks a month to park at work.
I can hear fireworks. I have the 4th of July off. I'm so happy. I don't even have to do anything, just having a holiday off is sweet. I work a lot next week.
Next week would have been one year. Too bad we didn't even make it to the half way point...or any kind of real significance. I'm over him, I'm not over the fact that it's been such a bust since. It was like everything all at once.
And yet only a handful seem to care. They said that times like these is when you find out who your true friends. Well, yeah, I know now. I meant what I said but you don't have to push anymore. I know who's/what's/where's/when's/why's/how's important.
A year ago I came home from Kings Island.
Flashback, July 11, 2005: I like him but I'm not placing any bets on it. I just need to take it slow. I'm enjoying this singleness business. I mean, think about it. I have two options. I can invest my time into working shitloads and earning money. OR. I can invest time, money, feelings and whatever else into a relationship with a guy that I'll date until something happens with either him or me, a guy I won't end up marrying and will probably look back on in disgust, saying 'Why the hell did I ever date him?' You decide.
It's a cycle. And it'll happen again. And again.
I'd holler but...there's always a reason. Always. A. Reason.
Uhhh I need you.
I wonder what He says when He calls you. I want a call, one that says 'Ruth...knock it off. Don't give up. Shut the fuck up.'
I'm so sorry for your loss. I wish I could say something that hasn't been said to make you feel better but no one posesses that power. I'm here but you have 800 people ahead of me but if you ever do need someone, I'm here.
"My life has no meaning." Ha, story of my life. Yes, I'll come over. We can stalk facebook and myspace together. All day. That'll take my mind off so I don't panic.
Definitely done blabbing for a month.
Advanced Exposition - A
Restoration/18th Century Lit - B-
GPA for semester (probably) - 3.35
GPA overall (probably) - 3.43
58 down, 71 to go til graduation.
I won 2nd place for UMD's writing awards in the fiction category. I won 175.00 in scholarship and a check that I'll receive eventually for 325.00 (500 total) so I was pretty excited. What will I do with the money? No clue.
My dad moved the computer desk so it's now sort of right next to the TV. In the process he managed to break my 70 dollar scanner (by setting it on top of my monitor and then moving my desk...obviously didn't think that one through) and my Seinfeld salt and pepper shakers that were in their box. He offered to pay for it but I said I'll put the money towards a new camera.
The paid parking starts in Dearborn in August. If business really sinks, I'm transferring to Livonia. I'd see more folks I knew. If that's good or bad, I have no idea. We'll see how it goes. I really don't feel like paying 40 bucks a month to park at work.
I can hear fireworks. I have the 4th of July off. I'm so happy. I don't even have to do anything, just having a holiday off is sweet. I work a lot next week.
Next week would have been one year. Too bad we didn't even make it to the half way point...or any kind of real significance. I'm over him, I'm not over the fact that it's been such a bust since. It was like everything all at once.
And yet only a handful seem to care. They said that times like these is when you find out who your true friends. Well, yeah, I know now. I meant what I said but you don't have to push anymore. I know who's/what's/where's/when's/why's/how's important.
A year ago I came home from Kings Island.
Flashback, July 11, 2005: I like him but I'm not placing any bets on it. I just need to take it slow. I'm enjoying this singleness business. I mean, think about it. I have two options. I can invest my time into working shitloads and earning money. OR. I can invest time, money, feelings and whatever else into a relationship with a guy that I'll date until something happens with either him or me, a guy I won't end up marrying and will probably look back on in disgust, saying 'Why the hell did I ever date him?' You decide.
It's a cycle. And it'll happen again. And again.
I'd holler but...there's always a reason. Always. A. Reason.
Uhhh I need you.
I wonder what He says when He calls you. I want a call, one that says 'Ruth...knock it off. Don't give up. Shut the fuck up.'
I'm so sorry for your loss. I wish I could say something that hasn't been said to make you feel better but no one posesses that power. I'm here but you have 800 people ahead of me but if you ever do need someone, I'm here.
"My life has no meaning." Ha, story of my life. Yes, I'll come over. We can stalk facebook and myspace together. All day. That'll take my mind off so I don't panic.
Definitely done blabbing for a month.