LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH
Today was a sad day; I registered for my fall courses at msvu. Pressing the "submit" button on the keypad to confirm my registration was heart wrenching, but it had to be done. This is the outcome:
Science and Religion 3320
Shakespeare 2201
Comtemporary Literature 3346
Literature and Film 2280 (waitlisted)
17th Century British Poetry 3356
and *sigh* 2nd semester:
Women, Religion and Social Change 3308
Shakespeare 2201
Modern Poetry 3376
Good-bye Montreal.
Lately my life has just been a jumble of highly intense dramatic events that are followed by the bitterness of reality. The consequences of the ideal are far more difficult to cope with than what is mundane: waking up, brushing my teeth, driving my car. Sometimes it's easier on everyone if I refuse to feel anything. Maybe I expect too much, maybe my made-for-t.v.-movie romantic splurge left me dehydrated; expecting too much from boys, myself, the world. Montreal always seemed too good to be true. It seemed like something that I could scheme about and dream about because it was so far away; September would never come. So it was okay to think about apartments, french boys, shopping on St. Catherine's streets while casually defering my thoughts from administration, living costs and the solitary that awaited me. However, here I am with nothing. Well, maybe nothing is going too far. If I haven't been dreaming about something than it feels like a burden and everything becomes weighty because I refuse to appreciate what I have.
Whoa, that was a serious rant. I don't think most of it even made a lot of sense but my mind is tangled with boys and school and all the things that a 20 year old girl is supossed to wrap her mind around.
ON ANOTHER NOTE....
Making clothing is fun, the skirt I made is so cute and flirty. I miss that; wearing fun clothes to work. My Mom and I argued yesterday, she things i'm a nut-case. She doesn't say it directly but she doesn't need to, what else am I supossed to think? She also told me I need to loose weight, wait to go Mom.
Question: Mom telling daughter she needs to loose weight, is it necessary and if so, when?
GO VOTE!!
Today was a sad day; I registered for my fall courses at msvu. Pressing the "submit" button on the keypad to confirm my registration was heart wrenching, but it had to be done. This is the outcome:
Science and Religion 3320
Shakespeare 2201
Comtemporary Literature 3346
Literature and Film 2280 (waitlisted)
17th Century British Poetry 3356
and *sigh* 2nd semester:
Women, Religion and Social Change 3308
Shakespeare 2201
Modern Poetry 3376
Good-bye Montreal.
Lately my life has just been a jumble of highly intense dramatic events that are followed by the bitterness of reality. The consequences of the ideal are far more difficult to cope with than what is mundane: waking up, brushing my teeth, driving my car. Sometimes it's easier on everyone if I refuse to feel anything. Maybe I expect too much, maybe my made-for-t.v.-movie romantic splurge left me dehydrated; expecting too much from boys, myself, the world. Montreal always seemed too good to be true. It seemed like something that I could scheme about and dream about because it was so far away; September would never come. So it was okay to think about apartments, french boys, shopping on St. Catherine's streets while casually defering my thoughts from administration, living costs and the solitary that awaited me. However, here I am with nothing. Well, maybe nothing is going too far. If I haven't been dreaming about something than it feels like a burden and everything becomes weighty because I refuse to appreciate what I have.
Whoa, that was a serious rant. I don't think most of it even made a lot of sense but my mind is tangled with boys and school and all the things that a 20 year old girl is supossed to wrap her mind around.
ON ANOTHER NOTE....
Making clothing is fun, the skirt I made is so cute and flirty. I miss that; wearing fun clothes to work. My Mom and I argued yesterday, she things i'm a nut-case. She doesn't say it directly but she doesn't need to, what else am I supossed to think? She also told me I need to loose weight, wait to go Mom.
Question: Mom telling daughter she needs to loose weight, is it necessary and if so, when?
GO VOTE!!
7 Comments:
At 1:48 PM,
Krista Comeau said…
thats dumb....you're skinny!
At 4:02 PM,
Anonymous said…
Loose weight?
NEVER.
K.
At 5:57 AM,
Saraiu01 said…
hahaha thanks girls. I more so meant just the concept of a mother saying that to her daughter. Like if i weighed 23428347298347 pounds or something i dono if i would want mmama to tell me......ya know???
At 11:33 AM,
Anonymous said…
what if you didnt notice?
At 1:08 PM,
Big Nikki said…
she deffinitely shouldnt have told you that!!!
the only way a mother should say that is if it is endangering your life!! and still she shouldnt say that, she shoudl help you be encouraged in other ways...
anyway sarah i dont think i can go to retro tonight so i think you should hold off on your boob shirt and then we can get boob shirts together and go to retro night together and be booby and hot.
unless you are feeling totally hot tonight, then GO FOR IT! and we can get more boob shirts and wear them together another time and break hearts.
At 2:20 PM,
Anonymous said…
no retro night for me tonite. call me later if you want, later the better. good luck showing off the boob shirt.
will
At 4:43 PM,
Big Nikki said…
umm...sarah...i think i am coming now!
so indecisive!
lets hope this goes well....????
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
see you there.
i heart jacob.
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