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I have been updating my contacts on my gmail account, yes I know, 1. oh so nerdy, 2. very efficient use of my time at work. But thats not the point, the point is,
I just deleted me Grandpa's email address. He died more than a year ago and I just deleted it. I don't know how I feel about this, and I really don't know what to think either.
I am going camping Thursday night after my long over due hair cut. My hair hasn't been this long since sixth grade. Justin and I are going to Governor Dodge State Park. I am pretty excited, it should be a really good time as long as I can get a shower. I love the smell of campfires, and cooking food in the campfire. We plan on hiking and going to the Dodgeville Farmer's Market on Saturday morning. I really want to go on a Frank Lloyd Wright tour too.
I am rambling, and really don't have a lot to say otherwise.
It's getting pretty cold in Chicago. I wish I had taken more time to sit on the lake when the bitter wind didn't pierce my face. The neighborhood I am in is the most enjoyable place. The art fair this week was a great time and I got to see some glass blowing being done. I actually would like to to take a class in it. There is a company in Highland Park (extreme northern suburb) that offer an 8 hour class in one day; this would most likely be the most convenient for me.
Oh, my class starts in a week.
After hating my job and taking shitty classes for a year I said fuck it, I am doing what I want. I had told myself that when I moved to Chicago I would learn Spanish (again) and so Monday September 18th is my first day of Spanish 101. I imagine it will be fairly easy for me, which can only help my dismal GPA. I am excited and I hear the prof is exceptional.
I can't wait to go back to school full time. No for real, I am going to appreciate it so much.
I just wish I had decided this years ago. By the time I am back in school anyone my age will be graduated, or close to it. I feel like it's almost impossible to chose a different path then to go to a four year university right after high school. Now, no matter what I do, it's like I am a little off. Like starting this job, the majority of people that started their first job in the fall of 2005 were college graduates which made them 22-23 years of age. But I was 19. I kind of messed up, silly me.
I just deleted me Grandpa's email address. He died more than a year ago and I just deleted it. I don't know how I feel about this, and I really don't know what to think either.
I am going camping Thursday night after my long over due hair cut. My hair hasn't been this long since sixth grade. Justin and I are going to Governor Dodge State Park. I am pretty excited, it should be a really good time as long as I can get a shower. I love the smell of campfires, and cooking food in the campfire. We plan on hiking and going to the Dodgeville Farmer's Market on Saturday morning. I really want to go on a Frank Lloyd Wright tour too.
I am rambling, and really don't have a lot to say otherwise.
It's getting pretty cold in Chicago. I wish I had taken more time to sit on the lake when the bitter wind didn't pierce my face. The neighborhood I am in is the most enjoyable place. The art fair this week was a great time and I got to see some glass blowing being done. I actually would like to to take a class in it. There is a company in Highland Park (extreme northern suburb) that offer an 8 hour class in one day; this would most likely be the most convenient for me.
Oh, my class starts in a week.
After hating my job and taking shitty classes for a year I said fuck it, I am doing what I want. I had told myself that when I moved to Chicago I would learn Spanish (again) and so Monday September 18th is my first day of Spanish 101. I imagine it will be fairly easy for me, which can only help my dismal GPA. I am excited and I hear the prof is exceptional.
I can't wait to go back to school full time. No for real, I am going to appreciate it so much.
I just wish I had decided this years ago. By the time I am back in school anyone my age will be graduated, or close to it. I feel like it's almost impossible to chose a different path then to go to a four year university right after high school. Now, no matter what I do, it's like I am a little off. Like starting this job, the majority of people that started their first job in the fall of 2005 were college graduates which made them 22-23 years of age. But I was 19. I kind of messed up, silly me.