Tomorrow, I pack. I move from San Miguel to Francisco Torres, for next year where I will have a roommate. She doesn’t move in until next week on Saturday because she’s not in FSSP like I am. So, all my belongings will go back in boxes for an entire week, in which I am required to go back home. Dreadful, really. The last thing I want to do is go back home for a week. Can you sense the disaster?
And for some strange reasons I am reminded of the conversation Rob and I had once upon a time. It seems like a different life altogether. College really did begin a new life for me, and everything in the past has been left behind. Everything. Except I’m up for admitting that sometimes I go check Rob’s LJ to see how he’s progressing. Strange, but I was never upset, and I am still very much interested in his well-being. To this day I ask myself if all emotions were feigned. Well, actually, I rather not delve into that. It’s a different topic altogether.
Despite my goal for a blogathon, I was unable to blog yesterday, but since I’m not part of an official “challenge” it’s an exception. I was, after all, writing an essay for Ethics. When I write I’m never quite sure, but I think it turned out alright. Let’s just hope the T.A. thinks so, too.
Night approached quickly today. I didn’t even touch my computer today, except for now, to blog. FSSP is ending much too quickly, and these past six weeks have changed my life — for the better, of course. When fall quarter starts, I will be a seasoned freshman ready to take on the world.
Oh, and I feel offended. Hah.
You’re repeating me lines that you think I wanna hear
But I don’t wanna hear anymore
As if sorry is any consolation
For what it’s worth, you’re stringing me along
Sh-sh-shouldn’t need anyone
Shouldn’t need anyone
Just scared of being alone
But by the time you figure this out
And I’m already gone
And, I won’t bother explaining these lyrics.
It’s been a while since I’ve had an insightful “ending line.” I wonder what ever happened to those.
So, maybe, I lost my wit.