Today will be a good day.
If that means I need to run out and buy myself an expensive latte and listen to Bruno Mars at full volume while I finish packing…
So be it.
I was doing so well, and now I’m lying on my bed, feeling overwhelmed by anxiety and sadness and snot-filled tissues.
But it’s okay. I made it through summer in one piece even though I was convinced I wouldn’t.
And somehow, after two hours of quiet sobbing, I’ve been able to confirm that going back to school is exactly what I need. I started the night nervous about readjusting to college life. But that nervousness was replaced by disappointment. And that disappointment dissolved into tears.
Now I’m here, crusty-eyed and sleepy. Not feeling great, no. But I’m no longer nervous about moving back, at least.
Baby steps. I’ll be back to normal soon.
College admissions are so weird. Like, people go through interviews and do dozens of extracurriculars in high school and spend weeks writing their essays and I basically did nothing and got into a top university.
I mean, I had really good grades? I guess I can also be cute when I want to, but they didn’t know that.
I apologize to anyone who still has to go through the process. It doesn’t make sense so just…you do you and cross your fingers.
As much as I want to move back to my apartment I don’t actually want to move, you know? I just want to close my eyes and be there with all my stuff neatly put away where it’s supposed to be.
Right now I’m looking at my pile of underwear thinking “man this is excessive.”
But you know what, I’m going to make it until at least Christmas without having to do laundry and then I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank with the extra $2.50 I saved from not feeding the laundry machines.
It’s funny how in high school I used to scoff at things like honor roll because I was a nutcase and expected nothing less than a 4.0 for myself.
But I just got a letter saying that after two years, I finally made it onto the Dean’s List (which only means I’ve finally bumped my GPA over 3.25) and it’s just like “hot diggity dog this means nothing but where is a magnet for me to plant this on the fridge??”
I think I can safely say I have never thought any turtleneck on any person has ever looked good.
Apologies to any turtleneck enthusiasts who are following me.
goals for this coming school year:
- wear lipstick almost every day like I used to even if it means I have to wake up a little earlier and not kiss the boo until it’s night when my makeup is already smudged to the max because of stress-related face rubbing
It’s taking forever to pack my clothes but dang I forgot how great my cold weather wardrobe is.
The possibilities are endless.
how long do you think 5lb of chicken nuggets will last me?
'cause I just got 5lb of chicken nuggets for under $10
I’ll miss my dogs once I’m back to school, but it will be a good day when I am able to sit down after I’ve put on a black article of clothing without turning into a hairy beast.
Do you think Joey Fatone is happy with what his life has become, or is he just putting on a brave face for us, the fans?
I don’t know if I’ve ever read fan fiction before?
Well, that’s a lie. I am 100% sure that I read a short, erotic Jurassic Park fic once because there was no way it wasn’t going to be hilarious.
But yeah that’s it as far as I know.