The longer I'm in college, the more I believe that history truly is cyclical, not linear - Sorry, Karl. Did you know the idea of cyclical history originates in Greece? Well, with all those philosophers wandering about I probably could have guessed. Brit studies Greece like its her JOB and she didn't warn me about this..what the eff roomie? Anyway, though there is more and more evidence that history is linear, personally? It's circular. One, HUGE, massive circle.
This week is the one year anniversary of "Shit Hit the Fan Week." And to celebrate? Shit is hitting the fan - who woulda thunk it?
364 days ago: this week was, without a doubt, the worst week of the year. Al, Anya, B, and I suffered immense repercussions of what we thought were good ideas. Unfortunately, everything turned out TERRIBLE.
I cannot disclose everything that happened because its confidential information that only a select few know. But basically: everything we did was completely shut down. Every class, every party, every "boyfriend", every crush, every dining hall experience...just EVERYTHING. It was awful!
And this week? Well, it's off to a surprisingly similar, negative start.
The same thing happened in January. The week back from break was without a doubt the BEST week of the year, it was absolutely insane. We were so happy to get back and everything went our way. And this year? It happened again: best. week. ever.
So according to my schedule....the next two weeks should go over like this:
1. This weekend should go over sub-par with a trip somewhere (Last year I went to NYC) and I'll make a terrible decision about a relationship. I might go to a sick party (or club) with Anya and some one might try to drug me with "gum." I might end up drunk and wandering around the street of NYC lost and cold...at least that's where I was last year. I might lose my favorite earring and end up fist pumping on a couch until three in the morning of a super exclusive club - let in by a guy who blew smoke in my face. Anya will lose a large sum of money and we'll miss our bus.
2. Next week I'll go to by housing appointment and get a shitty number and end up in the dorms yet again. I'll skip a class and turn in a paper (odd...i DO have a paper due..see? Circular.) and go to some god awful fraternity parties (Oh please God no...anything but that..) and have a miserable time sulking over a boy and then I have to watch my very best friends do the same thing. A very funny moment with a different boy will occur involving me, spandex, leather, another girl and a shameful walk (NOT a walk of shame, big difference) back to my dorm where I will pass out and laugh about the goldfish and light fixtures in the hallway. Ps. I think I worded that last sentence rather well, don't you? Don't let your imagination run TOO wild ;)
3. Then I'll make yet another terrible decision about a relationship and mess up a lot of my homework and get the worst grade I've ever gotten on a paper and wallow in sadness and wake up sick.
And May looks like a large serving of stress with a big batch of Midwest boring with a splash of sun, a dollop of a trip with mommy, and a good dose of misdiagnosed Mono/Strep Throat.
Maybe just because I'm not one of those girls who learns from her mistakes and doesn't make them again? Hm...
Okay so I have a plea, and God keep in mind I went to church TWICE over break. And I didn't whine or zone out or stare at the stain glass windows or read the pamphlets. I actually prayed and contemplated Life. Anyway..please...Please...PLEASE...do not let these last 2 months be as bad as last year's.
That is all.
love love love,
me
This week is the one year anniversary of "Shit Hit the Fan Week." And to celebrate? Shit is hitting the fan - who woulda thunk it?
364 days ago: this week was, without a doubt, the worst week of the year. Al, Anya, B, and I suffered immense repercussions of what we thought were good ideas. Unfortunately, everything turned out TERRIBLE.
I cannot disclose everything that happened because its confidential information that only a select few know. But basically: everything we did was completely shut down. Every class, every party, every "boyfriend", every crush, every dining hall experience...just EVERYTHING. It was awful!
And this week? Well, it's off to a surprisingly similar, negative start.
The same thing happened in January. The week back from break was without a doubt the BEST week of the year, it was absolutely insane. We were so happy to get back and everything went our way. And this year? It happened again: best. week. ever.
So according to my schedule....the next two weeks should go over like this:
1. This weekend should go over sub-par with a trip somewhere (Last year I went to NYC) and I'll make a terrible decision about a relationship. I might go to a sick party (or club) with Anya and some one might try to drug me with "gum." I might end up drunk and wandering around the street of NYC lost and cold...at least that's where I was last year. I might lose my favorite earring and end up fist pumping on a couch until three in the morning of a super exclusive club - let in by a guy who blew smoke in my face. Anya will lose a large sum of money and we'll miss our bus.
2. Next week I'll go to by housing appointment and get a shitty number and end up in the dorms yet again. I'll skip a class and turn in a paper (odd...i DO have a paper due..see? Circular.) and go to some god awful fraternity parties (Oh please God no...anything but that..) and have a miserable time sulking over a boy and then I have to watch my very best friends do the same thing. A very funny moment with a different boy will occur involving me, spandex, leather, another girl and a shameful walk (NOT a walk of shame, big difference) back to my dorm where I will pass out and laugh about the goldfish and light fixtures in the hallway. Ps. I think I worded that last sentence rather well, don't you? Don't let your imagination run TOO wild ;)
3. Then I'll make yet another terrible decision about a relationship and mess up a lot of my homework and get the worst grade I've ever gotten on a paper and wallow in sadness and wake up sick.
And May looks like a large serving of stress with a big batch of Midwest boring with a splash of sun, a dollop of a trip with mommy, and a good dose of misdiagnosed Mono/Strep Throat.
Maybe just because I'm not one of those girls who learns from her mistakes and doesn't make them again? Hm...
Okay so I have a plea, and God keep in mind I went to church TWICE over break. And I didn't whine or zone out or stare at the stain glass windows or read the pamphlets. I actually prayed and contemplated Life. Anyway..please...Please...PLEASE...do not let these last 2 months be as bad as last year's.
That is all.
love love love,
me
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