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No, I didn't drop off the face of the earth.
Rumor is that my internet will be fixed by the end of the week. I'm not sure I believe that story, but hope lingers anyway. Maybe by the end of the week I'll be able to check my email, look up bus schedules, shop online, and read comics, all in the comfort of my own home. But like I said, I'm not sure I believe it.
Anyway. So yeah, I'm definitely going to Yale. I sent in the form with the little checked box, I applied for housing, and I decided not to do a summer internship. I'm gonna move out there pretty soon after graduation, but apparently first I'll be having my wisdom teeth removed in Reno. So there's one week. Driving out there will take another week, since I want to take the time to see the sights on the way. Packing after graduation will take a week.... So who knows when I'll actually get out there. It's gonna be awesome, though--I'll get to spend time settling in, decorating whatever apartment I end up in, figuring out where the grocery stores and the bars are... I can't wait. Yale is gonna rock. Hard.
I'd also really like to get down to Texas and make a trip to see the place where Nanny's ashes are scattered. I feel like I need to do that, to get closure and to let her know that I graduated. I don't know what I believe in as far as an afterlife, but I want SOOOO badly to think that somehow she knows what I've accomplished. She made me swear I would finish school. I want her to know that I did.
Jamie and I broke up. It was coming for a while. I'm doing fine but he's not. There's not much else to say. I'd like to stay friends, but I'm not sure if that will be possible. I think I hurt him pretty badly. I'm trying not to feel guilty. Maybe I should convert to Catholicism, and then I'd have an excuse for all the guilt I carry around with me.
Ramble ramble ramble. I feel like there's lots to say, but it's all boring. Graduation this, Yale that, thesis this, boys that... I may not get into that French class I wanted, since the damn thing filled up before I realized I was eligible to enroll in it. But I got photography and sailing, so life is 2/3 good.
I guess I have errands to run, so I should get my lazy self into gear and go back into the torrential downpour outside. Here's hoping that the spring sun arrives soon.
Rumor is that my internet will be fixed by the end of the week. I'm not sure I believe that story, but hope lingers anyway. Maybe by the end of the week I'll be able to check my email, look up bus schedules, shop online, and read comics, all in the comfort of my own home. But like I said, I'm not sure I believe it.
Anyway. So yeah, I'm definitely going to Yale. I sent in the form with the little checked box, I applied for housing, and I decided not to do a summer internship. I'm gonna move out there pretty soon after graduation, but apparently first I'll be having my wisdom teeth removed in Reno. So there's one week. Driving out there will take another week, since I want to take the time to see the sights on the way. Packing after graduation will take a week.... So who knows when I'll actually get out there. It's gonna be awesome, though--I'll get to spend time settling in, decorating whatever apartment I end up in, figuring out where the grocery stores and the bars are... I can't wait. Yale is gonna rock. Hard.
I'd also really like to get down to Texas and make a trip to see the place where Nanny's ashes are scattered. I feel like I need to do that, to get closure and to let her know that I graduated. I don't know what I believe in as far as an afterlife, but I want SOOOO badly to think that somehow she knows what I've accomplished. She made me swear I would finish school. I want her to know that I did.
Jamie and I broke up. It was coming for a while. I'm doing fine but he's not. There's not much else to say. I'd like to stay friends, but I'm not sure if that will be possible. I think I hurt him pretty badly. I'm trying not to feel guilty. Maybe I should convert to Catholicism, and then I'd have an excuse for all the guilt I carry around with me.
Ramble ramble ramble. I feel like there's lots to say, but it's all boring. Graduation this, Yale that, thesis this, boys that... I may not get into that French class I wanted, since the damn thing filled up before I realized I was eligible to enroll in it. But I got photography and sailing, so life is 2/3 good.
I guess I have errands to run, so I should get my lazy self into gear and go back into the torrential downpour outside. Here's hoping that the spring sun arrives soon.
