i Wish i Could Be On Time!

04 September 2005

I had the most amazing time in San Diego and fell in love with the people who live there and the beaches that surround them. For the first few weeks after arriving back in dreary Ohio, I seemed to have fallen into this mild depression, yearning for the sound of the waves, but now I am beginning to reappear into reality once again as I sit at my laptop and occasionally glance down at my pile of books I have to read for my classes. This fall semester at Miami University has already proven to be challenging and we are only going into the third week, but already I have read for hours upon hours, written a paper, among other things. I am getting close to graduation and the fear of leaving my "not-quite-yet" adulthood is toying with me. The idea of officially growing-up and being responsible utterly frightens me, so in conclusion, I have decided to go on to graduate school. I want to study library science because my love for literature and my hatred for society seem to fit quite well into the job description (at least I pretend it does), and I know I will always struggle for money, I was born poor and will probably remain poor, so becoming a librarian is extremely appealing at the moment. My best friend, Latasha, was engaged (congratulations, girl!) and I cannot even talk about it because it scares the shit out of me. I can't believe she's getting married! I wonder how her mama is handling all this, but at least her guy is absolutely perfect for her and they are the best of friends. Speaking of, Wolfe and I are still together and doing well, although I am a shit-for-brains as a girlfriend, I don't know why he even sticks around sometimes. Last Wednesday (31 August) was his birthday and here I sit with no gift for him because I suck being a girlfriend and I have disappointed him very much, (although I must say I did try twice to prepare a lovely birthday gift for him, but both times, I was unsuccessful). I have lots of making up to do for him, but I will see him tomorrow, treat him to his favorite restaurant, and hopefully scrape enough dough to get him something small. He was so wonderful to me on my birthday and he got me a beautiful fountain pen, dinner at a nice Italian restaurant, and much more. I'm a jerk...

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