There's No Time For Fussing And Fighting
I picked a completely random song to play (well, out of a bunch of Beatles songs) and this is the one that came on, which is why I am hopeful at the moment. Why do I have the need to be hopeful? For the past few days, Brendan and I have gotten into at least one argument, fight, angry-period, whatever you want to call it per fay. I know it's not all him. I know that I have something to do with it -- everything in a relationship goes both ways. But I really feel like I can't take it sometimes. Not to the point where I want to end the relationship or anything like that -- I can't even imagine doing that -- but maybe taking a break (and not completely failing at it this time). I can't deal with the constant fighting over stupid stupid things. Sigh.
Then I think of all the good things about us and I can't bare the thought of living without him and (along with this fateful random song choice) I just want everything to be wonderful like it usually is. Like when we're planning our cruise. Yes, that's right folks. We very well may be going on a cruise to the beatiful Caribbean in January of next year. That would be lovely. Or I think of all the fun we have and how happy he makes me. Then I smile. I think that's how I break down and end up calling him too. Maybe if I wasn't always the first to make the move (and I know I'm not always the first -- but god, that's how it seems), we wouldn't have so many of these little bullshit fights.
Anyway. No school tomorrow. Hell yeah. I can't even express how happy I am. I have another day to study for exams. I don't have to go to school exhausted tomorrow from shoveling the whole weekend. There may be some sledding. It's just wonderful all around.
An interviewer from Columbia called me today. My interview is on Tuesday, February 1 at six pm. Tomorrow, Mother and I might go shopping for appropriate atire. She's convinced interviews are only scheduled for those who are one step closer to getting in (they're just part of the admission process) and will not be convinced otherwise. I guess we're all a little excited -- but it's just an interview. We'll see how it goes. Now I just need Harvard to call.
So yeah. Sledding tomorrow. Let's try to plan something, eh?
Then I think of all the good things about us and I can't bare the thought of living without him and (along with this fateful random song choice) I just want everything to be wonderful like it usually is. Like when we're planning our cruise. Yes, that's right folks. We very well may be going on a cruise to the beatiful Caribbean in January of next year. That would be lovely. Or I think of all the fun we have and how happy he makes me. Then I smile. I think that's how I break down and end up calling him too. Maybe if I wasn't always the first to make the move (and I know I'm not always the first -- but god, that's how it seems), we wouldn't have so many of these little bullshit fights.
Anyway. No school tomorrow. Hell yeah. I can't even express how happy I am. I have another day to study for exams. I don't have to go to school exhausted tomorrow from shoveling the whole weekend. There may be some sledding. It's just wonderful all around.
An interviewer from Columbia called me today. My interview is on Tuesday, February 1 at six pm. Tomorrow, Mother and I might go shopping for appropriate atire. She's convinced interviews are only scheduled for those who are one step closer to getting in (they're just part of the admission process) and will not be convinced otherwise. I guess we're all a little excited -- but it's just an interview. We'll see how it goes. Now I just need Harvard to call.
So yeah. Sledding tomorrow. Let's try to plan something, eh?