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| ...but when my girls leave, I feel a part of me leaving with them. Okay, maybe that's a little extreme. But whenever we're together it's like time hasn't passed. It's like we're back in high school again. It's the good ole days. These girls are my sisters. They are the voices in my head. Cliche, but totally true. Someone will say something or something will happen, and I think of something that happened with the girls. Or I think of what Deanna would say. Or I think of how Amy would laugh. Or how Kristin or Caitlin would make a sarcastic comment. So I smirk and giggle to myself. Then the people around me, ask what I'm laughing at. A few times, I tried explaining. But then they looked at me like I was even crazier than when I was laughing at thin air. So I've learned to just laugh to myself, and say "you wouldn't understand." Why, why, why do we have to be separated every fall??? | | |
| Summer is two thirds over and I haven't accomplished anything yet. I sort of cleaned my room and my jeep but it has since been messed up again. I have to agree with K, I totally lose all ambition over summer. Don't get me wrong, I love my summers! Given the choice to keep or dispose of summer, I would definitely choose to keep my summers regardless of the ambition loss. That being said, as August rapidly approaches, I begin to realize how little I have done with my summer so far. Sure, I've caught up on my sleep and worked on my tan, even seen a bunch of the movies I've been meaning to see for a long time. But anything of actual substance? No. Nada. Roughly five weeks left. Can I make up for my first two months of summer? I need to register for and pass the Praxis I. I need to apply for the Teacher Education Program. I need to choose a text for my senior thesis, read it several times, and read the secondary literature on it. I need to choose and get into a fourth class for the fall semester. In addition I would like to finish re-reading the LOTR series amongst another stack of books skewed about my room. I would like to re-organize my room and portfolio documents. I would also like to learn at least one new piano piece. Hey if we're reaching here, I'd also like to start working out again and lose 10-15 pounds. Sound possible? | | |
| Anyone who has been in the car with me knows that I like to speed. I like driving fast. But due to the fact that I've already gotten several speeding tickets and I cannot afford to get another, I cannot speed as much as I'd like. I mean, I usually speed a little but I know where I can speed a little more than other places, and Sheridan Rd in Kenosha is not the place. So there I was this morning driving to school doing my usual 8-10 over. Two cars behind me got into the other lane and passed me. Being the lead foot that I am, I had the urge to at least keep up with them if not pass them. But I refrained. I did look at them and hope that they would get pulled over though. Not twenty seconds later the second car turned on some lights and pulled over the first car. It was one of those incognito cops that haunt my dreams. Hahaha. My life is great. Evil, I know. Other than that, had a great weekend. It was alot of fun, but I am exhausted. This week is daunting as well. Just thinking about it makes me tired. Four weeks left, that's the mantra I've been chanting. Ha. | | |
| I either have an unhealthy obsession for solitaire, or I'm shamelessly avoiding my homework... Work tonight was kind of fun. It was surprisingly busy for a random Wednesday night. I made some decent money and had fun goofing around with my friends. Now I will proceed to read 250 pages of The Odyssey. Gosh, having to do it for class sure takes the joy out of reading! | | |
| I keep logging into xanga and planning on updating. Then I stare at the page trying to think of something interesting to write. So this semester is pretty rough. Lots of homework. I've been pretty stressed out. I was kind of freaking out in my education class the other night. It was just a little overwhelming to think about all the requirements and things there are to do before I graduate. But then, that night I had a dream. I dreamt that I was teaching one class at CLS (gag me) to get some practice in. But I was just really excited. I had fun with the kids, and I was totally pumped about teaching them. It was really reassuring. Thanks God. :) | | |
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