Sunday, January 16, 2005
Sometimes it seems that the old sayings are the correct ones: when it rains, it pours.
Occurances in the last month:
(*) worst grades ever - college, high school, elementary, whatever
(*) best test scores (it was a new term) since the start of high school
(*) first time in New Mexico
(*) first time in a year 'trying' to ski - and by 'ski' I mean 'fall down the mountain'
(*) Lasik: I have gone from counting fingers at 6 feet to 20/15
(*) actively worrying about my relationship with my boyfriend (long story, maybe some other time)
(*) first time coming back from a party after being there for less than 30 min, and not because it sucked really badly.
The school job fair is next week, and I would really like to get employed. I will have next term to deal with this as well, but I feel like I am falling behind with the search even though I don't graduate until May. Several of my friends alreay have jobs (yay job keg), but most of us do not yet, and the pressure is really on now. One of my good friends graduated last year in May, and started her job just last week. As much as I love going home to visit my parents, I really don't want to move back in.
Bedtime. I don't know how I feel about my man coming home... something feels wierd there that I can not get a grasp on.
Occurances in the last month:
(*) worst grades ever - college, high school, elementary, whatever
(*) best test scores (it was a new term) since the start of high school
(*) first time in New Mexico
(*) first time in a year 'trying' to ski - and by 'ski' I mean 'fall down the mountain'
(*) Lasik: I have gone from counting fingers at 6 feet to 20/15
(*) actively worrying about my relationship with my boyfriend (long story, maybe some other time)
(*) first time coming back from a party after being there for less than 30 min, and not because it sucked really badly.
The school job fair is next week, and I would really like to get employed. I will have next term to deal with this as well, but I feel like I am falling behind with the search even though I don't graduate until May. Several of my friends alreay have jobs (yay job keg), but most of us do not yet, and the pressure is really on now. One of my good friends graduated last year in May, and started her job just last week. As much as I love going home to visit my parents, I really don't want to move back in.
Bedtime. I don't know how I feel about my man coming home... something feels wierd there that I can not get a grasp on.
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