And suddenly I woke up....
I should be asleep. I pulled a most-of-the-nighter last night and now I mostly feel gross and my paper was crap and our room smells really disgusting and I don't know why. I think the air conditioner is bringing up boy-smells from downstairs. ew.
I'm not really sure why, but it suddenly hit me that everything is changing. I mean, I look forward to the end of the semester every year and for Christmas it's great, no pressure. Summer is different. Everything is different. What if Rach doesn't come back? What would I do? I can't really even imagine it. What's long distance with Tim going to look like this year? I'm going to be so busy, I won't be able to visit the way I did last year. What if my puppy has something wrong with it? What if she's not perfect? What if I can't do it? I know the answer so I don't really want to hear it. I know God has this all worked out for me and truthfully, it's not that I'm worried... I just wonder these things.
I have a meeting with Professor Clark in thirty minutes and I look like I was hit by a Mac truck... sadly, I have no intention of trying to amend it. It's foggy and rainy and I have no sleep so the fact that my hair looks like that buck toothed girl from "the borrowers" and I don't have on a stitch of makeup and a big baggy T-shirt is really alright with me. Hopefully it will be alright with Dr. Clark.
Wow... is it really only 12 more days?
I'm not really sure why, but it suddenly hit me that everything is changing. I mean, I look forward to the end of the semester every year and for Christmas it's great, no pressure. Summer is different. Everything is different. What if Rach doesn't come back? What would I do? I can't really even imagine it. What's long distance with Tim going to look like this year? I'm going to be so busy, I won't be able to visit the way I did last year. What if my puppy has something wrong with it? What if she's not perfect? What if I can't do it? I know the answer so I don't really want to hear it. I know God has this all worked out for me and truthfully, it's not that I'm worried... I just wonder these things.
I have a meeting with Professor Clark in thirty minutes and I look like I was hit by a Mac truck... sadly, I have no intention of trying to amend it. It's foggy and rainy and I have no sleep so the fact that my hair looks like that buck toothed girl from "the borrowers" and I don't have on a stitch of makeup and a big baggy T-shirt is really alright with me. Hopefully it will be alright with Dr. Clark.
Wow... is it really only 12 more days?