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aftertherocketsI've been pretty lazy today. Aside from all the freshmen orientation taping I did, I mostly sat around the apartment, took a nap, ate some food, that kind of thing. I put some pictures on my wall, so my room is starting to take on some semblance of habitation. Mark came over and we sat in Racheal's room and talked for a while.
My mother called around 11:30, she seemed pretty down. She doesn't think it's gonna work out with this new guy she's been seeing. Her reason? His daughter. That seems mostly to be what's wrong. Personally, I think the newness has worn off for her, and it's becoming less "sweep-me-off-my-feet" and more "this-is-who-I-am-every-day." She doesn't like his daughter, and apparently for him the sun rises and sets around her. So my mother thinks they're over, and she called me all depressed about it. This while I'm on the phone with Greg, who is also depressed and lonely and bored. Not so much with the lovely evening.
But, nothing terribly exciting going on right now, and I imagine there won't be for awhile, since classes start on Monday, and then the only thing I'll have to write about will be John Donne, Mark Twain, and how hard it is for me to write anything worth reading these days. Hopefully my Russian history course won't be too terribly taxing, cause I know the others are gonna take a toll on me.
But, since it's 2am, I think I'll head to bed. Stuff to do tomorrow and all that jazz...
My mother called around 11:30, she seemed pretty down. She doesn't think it's gonna work out with this new guy she's been seeing. Her reason? His daughter. That seems mostly to be what's wrong. Personally, I think the newness has worn off for her, and it's becoming less "sweep-me-off-my-feet" and more "this-is-who-I-am-every-day." She doesn't like his daughter, and apparently for him the sun rises and sets around her. So my mother thinks they're over, and she called me all depressed about it. This while I'm on the phone with Greg, who is also depressed and lonely and bored. Not so much with the lovely evening.
But, nothing terribly exciting going on right now, and I imagine there won't be for awhile, since classes start on Monday, and then the only thing I'll have to write about will be John Donne, Mark Twain, and how hard it is for me to write anything worth reading these days. Hopefully my Russian history course won't be too terribly taxing, cause I know the others are gonna take a toll on me.
But, since it's 2am, I think I'll head to bed. Stuff to do tomorrow and all that jazz...
