I actually have some amazing friends.
Even if it takes until I miss them to realize it.
It is so miserable out today.
Besides the weather, it’s been up and down. I’ve gone from being nothing but happy to worrying and stressing about the studio. I need to just buckle down and do econ, because I’m not getting anything done this weekend, but I probably wont.
I’d love to just talk, yeah to you.
lately tumblr has been my place to rant and vent
about the misfortunes and missteps in my life. I’m going to change that. I’ve got so many awesome things going on, that I shouldn’t let things bog me down.
- I just planned and hosted the CitrusTV Alumni Banquet, which went off without a hitch.
- I spent a week in Las Vegas, at NAB Show, paid for by everyone but me.
- There’s a week and a half left of classes.
- I’m working for NBC during THE FREAKING OLYMPICS this summer.
- I’m (mostly) healthy.
- I’m finally making a little money.
- My birthday is in a week (that’s the first time I even realized that)
Hopeless romantic or not, there’s plenty of positives to outweigh a quiet love life that I barely have time for anyway. I’m hard on myself, but that should be turned into a positive where I get better - not a negative that keeps me in a rut.
So, here’s to the almost-end of a mind-blowing sophomore year. I could never have imagined it’d happen like this.
A view like this is a terrible thing to admire alone. I know this city isn’t exactly romantic, but I’d give anything to have someone’s hand to hold and forehead to kiss right now.
Off to NAB Show 2012!
And, I have my Watergate.
Tomorrow will be a fun day to answer questions.
Thoughts don’t change.
I wondered
for months
if you thought of me
of speaking to me
with me.
I don’t wonder that
anymore.
Now I wonder
how long did you have it written
how long did you
hover
breathing
thinking, of me,
before you hit
send.
Thoughts don’t change;
they just evolve.
And I have no idea how to interpret that.
It went well? But did I want it to? Seven months goes so fast.
I’m actually kind of nervous about this.
I can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad thing. Not knowing people’s motivations is difficult.
Overhearing all of the fight threats
from frat row. Typical night, back home alone. I tried, but no one seems to care much anymore.
Brigid* was lovely to meet. I hope I see her again.
…that guy better leave, these frat bros really don’t want him around anymore.
