...have one of those days, you're feeling great and being productive. Then you realize, oh shit. For whatever reason. In my case, it's the realization of being a senior in college. I was all happy, cleaning my room and organizing everything, when it hit me that this time next year is "grown up" time. Sink or swim. My Dad will be handing over car payments, insurance bills, anything and everything that a normal working human pays for. But, I'm not decided on anything. People are asking me, "Wow! You're a senior already! That's great! So what are your graduation plans?" Insert blank stare in response. Is it awful? I'm going to be 21 in like 27 days, or something like that, and I'm as lost as ever. I talked about it with Paul the other day because he's leaving for Pittsburgh at the end of August. 6 months without probably seeing him. I even looked up plane tickets from LGA to PITT. Problem: tickets are 86.00 NOW. In a few months they'll probably be back up to 250.00, which I cannot afford. I guess it's just the realization that time is moving forward really quickly. And while I want to have fun and live life, I'm still scared. I really want to go do grad work. I don't want the giant bill from it. I'd like to be able to visit Paul. I don't want to work in my dad's insurance agency for the rest of my life. There are too many thoughts about next year already and I fear a nervous breakdown will occur at some point in time.
Argh. Enough. I took a few days off from running. The weather has been abysmal now that I want to start back up. RAIN RAIN RAIN. WIND WIND WIND. Ridiculous. So I'm in search of an affordable gym membership. Failll.
I went to RIT for the weekend. Pretty amusing. Lots of movie watching and grilling. Found a good book at Goodwill for 2 bucks. Sat in Java Wally's for a couple afternoons with the best vanilla coffee ever and a good book. Spent a rainy Sunday afternoon watching the weather be ugly, as Paul and I just lay on the couch and talked. It was probably the best part of the weekend. Finally relaxing. And Lola, the new Subaru, handled the drive like a champ.
Mom needs me to go clean my dirty rug from my dorm room. Since it's raining, I'll be writing more. Guaranteed. ha
Jasper :)
Mom's Dogwood Tree
Lilacs
Some random tree in our backyard. I felt inspired I guess.
Subaru Love
Paul's Impreza and my Legacy. Nina and Lola. haha
Inside of Letchworth cabin that we only got to stay in for an hour to eat delicious steak. Long story :/
Paul putting together steak and peppers with Greg. He has skills. haha
Greg and Megan. Greg broke upon a glo-stick and put it all over his shirt. Smelled a bit but looked wicked cool.
"I'm a beautifulllll butterfly!" hahaha. Paul explaining his mummy sleeping bag. haha.
And that was my weekend in photos pretty much.
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