Maybe I’m not, but you’re all I’ve got
With the debate season well over half over, my days seem to be calming down a bit. Things have been interesting, and sickly, and all around pretty normal for the latter half of a semester in my life.
The weekend before last I took my first ever road trip to Wichita to see a few debate friends… It was a nice time. I think I’d like to do it more often.
I had a bit of a fainting spell during my latin exam last thursday, and was diagnosed with some pretty nasty anemia among other more troubling blood disorders… Always the trooper though, I was on the bus to Emporia the next day. We went 5-1 in prelims, choked in quarters, and took 2nd and 4th speaker. Pretty much, Lindsay and I are very hardcore.
This week has been slower paced, my teachers are taking pity on me and my sickly little self. I’ve signed my lease for my new apartment that I’ll be moving into come the first of november. November is a really a bad time to start new pages of my life, however I just cannot live where I do anymore. Scott and Lindsay will be living with me, which should be terribly exciting. I’ve also enrolled in my classes. It looks like it will be Creative Writing, Literary Explorations of Power, Women and Religion, Classical influences on modern literature (focus: utopias), and Literary and Cinematic Explorations of Power. Soft sciences make me smile.
I’ve been feeling lonely, and confrontational, and wondering if I should be with someone right now. The answer is clearly that I should not, but I wonder anyway. Had a few days where I freaked out at the slightest bit of attention, it’s weird how dressing provocatively will do that to you.
It seems increasingly more likely that I’m not ever going to stop feeling the way I do, and I don’t know whether to be miserable or thankful.