Wow.
I have the bestest best friend ever.
In case you can't tell by the blogs, I've been on somewhat of an emotional roller coaster for the past semester. I feel so emotionally drained, of everything. Talking with Ta, I kinda semi-determined that it might be senioritis or some such thing. Didn't make me feel better, but at least it made some sense. Then Nisee signs on AIM, and ims me immediately, and just as immediately knows im unhappy. We chat for all of 3 min or so and then my internet dies.
So, she calls me. At 12:45 am. And we talk. I cry a little. We talk alot. I never talk on the phone! I needed it I suppose. A 45 minute phone conversation that lifted my spirits some. I won't say I'm back to 100%, but she did envoke alot of feelings so I'm not quite so emotionally evoid after all.
Odd, where would I be without my two friends who aren't here? Sometimes I sit back and wonder when did Ta become my confidant? I don't regret my choice, and I greatly appreciate the man he's growin up to be. Wierd. Me and Denise laughed about that tonight as well. She called Devin the other day and she told me that he's happy. She said she can't even remember him ever being happy. Yeah, we may not fully agree with thier choice of drinks, but they're much happier than they were in Muscle Shoals. And really that's all i want for my friends.
And Denise is happier in Starkville than Muscle Shoals. So, when will i become happier in Auburn?
I have the bestest best friend ever.
In case you can't tell by the blogs, I've been on somewhat of an emotional roller coaster for the past semester. I feel so emotionally drained, of everything. Talking with Ta, I kinda semi-determined that it might be senioritis or some such thing. Didn't make me feel better, but at least it made some sense. Then Nisee signs on AIM, and ims me immediately, and just as immediately knows im unhappy. We chat for all of 3 min or so and then my internet dies.
So, she calls me. At 12:45 am. And we talk. I cry a little. We talk alot. I never talk on the phone! I needed it I suppose. A 45 minute phone conversation that lifted my spirits some. I won't say I'm back to 100%, but she did envoke alot of feelings so I'm not quite so emotionally evoid after all.
Odd, where would I be without my two friends who aren't here? Sometimes I sit back and wonder when did Ta become my confidant? I don't regret my choice, and I greatly appreciate the man he's growin up to be. Wierd. Me and Denise laughed about that tonight as well. She called Devin the other day and she told me that he's happy. She said she can't even remember him ever being happy. Yeah, we may not fully agree with thier choice of drinks, but they're much happier than they were in Muscle Shoals. And really that's all i want for my friends.
And Denise is happier in Starkville than Muscle Shoals. So, when will i become happier in Auburn?
posted by Soon-to-be-PharmD @ 1:45 AM
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Sigh. Isn't it strange and odd and weird and just... strange... (lol)... how we all grow up? It does seem like everyone's happier somewhere else. I bet you would be too if Mike were there (or if he at least wasn't in this crappy town, lol). I probably would be too for the same reason. (Cause you know how much I just adore your Mike, hehe.) Ahem. You know what I mean. I keep thinking I'd be happier somewhere else anyway, just to get away from here. I think I'd definitely be more responsible than I am now. I mean, aside from the whole living arrangement thing, I'd probably study more. I guess that goes back to the living arrangement issue, though. The whole reason I don't study (I've figured this out recently) is because I don't want to be home to study (that goes for homework and projects as well). I can't stand being home long enough to do anything like that. I can barely stand being here long enough to take showers, do laundry, and sleep. It kills me... Especially if my parents are awake.
Ew, when did this comment get so far gone?... Sorry.
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