2007-02-06
i got a line on the new frontier.
It has been over a year. I am welcoming myself back. So much has happened that I don't know what to start off with.
I no longer with EL novio. He promised me forever only to remind me that for a girl as sick as I am, I don't deserve forever. We have moved on. Him moving far more swiftly than myself but c'est la vie.
In the meantime, I have joined the very interesting sport of dating. Dating is a dangerous game but I have all the right equipment to play. Coversation skills[check one], flirting skills[ a little rusty but still check two], a wonderful lust for life[a healthy lust for lust as well ahem check three], an adorable face[something only a mother wolf could love, but it's better than something only a mother wombat could love, chcek four], and the quiet unassuming desperation for romantic human contact that hunting college boys find so tempting[check five].
My new major is French, I plan to try and enroll in the college of education here at UWRF as well so I can become a crazy French high school teacher. It fits. I still have Psychology as my other major for backup and Art as my minor though I might want to add music instead. My goals are constantly changing and I am constantly battling with my [now] twenty year-old self.
Other things I have done this schoolyear:
-worked at a deli, a plastics factory, and a pizza parlor
-quit deli, plastics factory, and pizza parlor
-had an abortion[i wish i was kidding]
-got kicked out of school and got let back in
-had sex with one of my closest male friends[unadvised]
-had a one night stand[advisable, just make sure you use protection]
-did a kegstand
-learned the art of hallucinations
-kissed my close male friend
-learned how to beatbox while drunk
-went to a comedy club
-saw a Van Gogh painting up close
-fell for an English major
-met the best friends anyone could ever have
-converted fully to Judaism
-enjoyed every heartbreak, breakdown, and sunrise on the way.
I will be back on more often now. As I read the archives of this dear online diary, I remember how theraputic it was for me. So if you wish it to be so, I have returned for good. You will watch me grow through words typed into a keyboard.
Trust me, you're getting more information than my mother.
Quote of the day:"So she'll make out with the ashtray but she won't smell it?"-[Cassie Beck, my dear friend]
French phrase du jour:On est comme on est.[ohn ay comb ohn ay] "We are what we are."