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I'm not sure how or even if everything will work out, but here are my thoughts, notes, and lessons from my life.
Monday, February 28, 2011
the big ?
I hate ?'s. Questions, uncertainties, unknowns. I like plans. I like to know my schedule and know what I am doing when. I hate if's. Even when I have plans so that no matter which way it goes I have a plan, I hate not knowing. The stress over this summer and my fall schedule is going to cause me great pain in the near future.
Can someone just tell me if I got the job or not already? Can someone write my schedule for me?
Can someone just take care of me?
Can someone just be there for me to share this worry with, someone who will be there no matter what, and make me not worry, and love me for my neurotic worrying? Why can't I have even that, just to help with all of the other worries. Maybe then I would be less neurotic. But no, I don't get to be that lucky.
Can someone just tell me if I got the job or not already? Can someone write my schedule for me?
Can someone just take care of me?
Can someone just be there for me to share this worry with, someone who will be there no matter what, and make me not worry, and love me for my neurotic worrying? Why can't I have even that, just to help with all of the other worries. Maybe then I would be less neurotic. But no, I don't get to be that lucky.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Not everything is lost...
I don't know about you, but i had a great weekend. Some relationships, no matter how broken you think they may be, can be mended. Some relationships never end or change, rgardless of how often you talk or hang out or who you or the other is dating or are friends with.
Good times were had by all. And new shoes were bought. That can make anything better.
Now I am back at school and I am somewhat motivated. I am motivated to work, to go to class, to learn. But not this. This stupid essay. Essays used to be the easiest, most simple, thing in the world for me. Now it's just torture. I hate the fact that I don't seem to be as good as I once was, but the truth is, the profs are just harder on you. I don't know how to step up. I shouldn't fear what was once so easy. I just want this to be done. Honestly, I'm not being a compling baby, but even a small 5 page paper seems daunting when it's on ancient roman short stories that mean absolutly nothing to me. I swear sometimes I think the profs are just pulling these lectures out of their asses and make us do all the analyzing so they have material for the next semester's class. It's a cycle. They have us do their work. It's a conspiricy theory, but hey, those are fun sometimes. ;)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Best Video Ever!!!!
This WILL change your life. Seriously. Boyfriend or not.
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