Thanks partiallyblind!
I am so thankful for the good girl-friends I have these days. My friend Holli in Atlanta offered me a job at her animal clinic. It's a big, new, beautiful place with plenty of room for everything and owners that actually take suggestions from their employees. Of course, if that doesn't work out (it's an awfully long commute) my old clinic definitely wants me back, so that's good, too.
My terrible homesickness-attack passed last night. My sweet mama and my brother Alex talked to me for a while and convinced me that it wasn't worth the flak I'd get from my dad. This is true. Alex is such a good brother, though; he talked to my dad and convinced him that it's more important that I finish out the semester well than keep working at the office. I'm a spoiled brat! I quit my job.
My mom's also offered to pay for me to take a course this summer, so I'm going to pick something fun out. She's the best ever.
I'm listening to lots of old bossa nova lately. The music sounds so cool and sweet, but the lyrics are all so deeply melancholic. I think Joao Gilberto's first album from 1958, Desafinado, is going to be my new get-laid music. It makes me want to wear a cool white cotton dress and a bouffant and smoke cigarettes, or something ridiculous like that.
Barf!
*eyes widen in awe*
3:30 am insomniac edit: I just cried over my ex. I was lying in bed, reading; I heard birds chirping outside, and suddenly it was one of the countless Sunday mornings I'd snuck him into my bedroom in Atlanta and we slept together for hours. I always fell asleep last.
I loved him so much. Whenever he held me I felt so safe and loved. I haven't cried like this since November. I'm embarrassed to write this but I feel like I have to. That boy doesn't deserve a single tear from me.
Where's my Sherlock when I need his face?
I am so thankful for the good girl-friends I have these days. My friend Holli in Atlanta offered me a job at her animal clinic. It's a big, new, beautiful place with plenty of room for everything and owners that actually take suggestions from their employees. Of course, if that doesn't work out (it's an awfully long commute) my old clinic definitely wants me back, so that's good, too.
My terrible homesickness-attack passed last night. My sweet mama and my brother Alex talked to me for a while and convinced me that it wasn't worth the flak I'd get from my dad. This is true. Alex is such a good brother, though; he talked to my dad and convinced him that it's more important that I finish out the semester well than keep working at the office. I'm a spoiled brat! I quit my job.
My mom's also offered to pay for me to take a course this summer, so I'm going to pick something fun out. She's the best ever.
I'm listening to lots of old bossa nova lately. The music sounds so cool and sweet, but the lyrics are all so deeply melancholic. I think Joao Gilberto's first album from 1958, Desafinado, is going to be my new get-laid music. It makes me want to wear a cool white cotton dress and a bouffant and smoke cigarettes, or something ridiculous like that.
Barf!
*eyes widen in awe*
3:30 am insomniac edit: I just cried over my ex. I was lying in bed, reading; I heard birds chirping outside, and suddenly it was one of the countless Sunday mornings I'd snuck him into my bedroom in Atlanta and we slept together for hours. I always fell asleep last.
I loved him so much. Whenever he held me I felt so safe and loved. I haven't cried like this since November. I'm embarrassed to write this but I feel like I have to. That boy doesn't deserve a single tear from me.
Where's my Sherlock when I need his face?
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MUAH!