Ah, a moment to myself. A moment to breathe and take in all that’s gone on. School has only been in session for three weeks, but I feel as though a whole semester has gone by.
I’m sitting at the station, of course, pretending to do homework, but fielding calls about stuff with the radio station, personal love life stuff, and friendship woes. I love my life being busy like this. It feels like I have a purpose, I have a daily mission. Last fall when I got here and I was working at the george-anne, I felt like I was just wondering through the semester without much to grab onto. Last spring, when I parted ways with the george-anne and went to the buzz, life picked up a bit. I did the night show and was at the radio station every weeknight from 7pm until 11pm doing Buzz Late Night Live. Fun times, but it took a chunk away from my life. It’s not like I do much anyway, but that was a crap load. Now I have the morning show, programming and running the buzz, promotions work in savannah, class, and a somewhat respectable social life. I just now cracked open a book for what’s supposed to be one of the hardest classes I take as a Broadcasting major. I feel like a slack student right now. I’m hoping to get myself together this week/weekend. Let’s not even talk about the money situation…
Let’s actually. I’m so broke, it’s really not funny. Financial aid comes in tomorrow and I could not be happier. I have a few bills that are past due, I owe every one and their mother money, it’s just not nice. But hopefully with this little jumpstart to my bank account I’ll be able to hold my head up when someone asks if I want to do lunch.
I’ve been more social in the past few weeks than I can remember me ever being. Lately my apartment has become the gay Mecca of Statesboro. Really. Just about every night for the past couple of weeks I have had a host of gays over. It’s been nothing but interesting. I was so use to having Kori’s friends over all the time I had no clue how to deal with all these new people. On top of that, I have started drinking. Yes. I have started drinking. I am as shocked as anyone. Last week I think I had a drink every night of the week. Welcome to the world of being 21!
My 21st birthday was last week. Had lots of fun! Because of my deathly obsession with food, I had dinner at Ryan’s with a bunch of friends for my birthday. It was cute to see everyone together. Since my friends are kind of all over the place, it’s nice to see everyone meet and have fun with each other. That night we went back to my place and I had a very fun 21st birthday. That’s all I’ll say about that.
As usual, the romantic side of things are pretty much dead. There were a few possibilities when the school year started, but like usual, they faded quickly and I am left with my work and school. Alright by me. By this point in the game, I am OVER it. So over it.
It’s 11:05 and way past my bedtime. My goal is to be in the bed every night by 10pm. Probably not going to happen, but I’ll keep trying to make it in by 10pm.
This past weekend I went to Paula Deens restaurant, Lady and Sons. Can I just say that was the BEST FOOD I HAVE EVER EATEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!! Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. Gosh. I want some now. I think I’m going to go back this weekend. I don’t care if it’s by myself. It’s just too good.
I’m tired now.
Good day!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Most people who talk to me know I always joke about the weight that I have gained since I have been in school. Sometimes I’m serious about it, sometimes I joke just to make people laugh – or try to make them laugh.
Today I heard someone saying something about a person and their weight. (Talk about being vague!) I don’t know why, but the comment they said just bothered me. It wasn’t anything mean, but it just showed the shallowness of our society. I’m technically a little over weight, but I just look like a need to lay off a few hamburgers. I can’t imagine what people must go through who are truly overweight. The more I think about it, the more disgusted I get with the way we treat people and what we define beauty as in the U.S. I’m just sad over all for the state of where we are as a people. I talked to my therapist last week and he explained that I sometimes I let myself get too attached or involved with people or situations before I even get really involved. He was referring to the romantic side of my life. I can see this happening. I take each rejection so personally that it really starts to get to me after a while. I can’t stop feeling as if I can’t take it personally. I’m just too sensitive to things that happen in life. I try not to be, but I can’t help it. Eh. I’m just writing now, not really saying anything.
I have a friend who is going through drama with a past flame. Well, it’s more than a flame, it’s a love. I don’t really understand why they keeping coming back together. But after I talked with them, I couldn’t help but think about love and exactly what it means to people. As I’ve gotten older and seen my friends in more adult relationships, I see the crap that people have to put up with from the other person. I get so easily annoyed or offended by people, I sometimes wonder how I would react in the situations I see my friends in. Relationships are work. There’s another person you have to deal with. Another person with a set of beliefs, a way of driving, eating, talking, sleeping, everything…and you have to mesh with that person to become one in a relationship. HA!
Kori and I move in tomorrow…awesome.
Good day!
Today I heard someone saying something about a person and their weight. (Talk about being vague!) I don’t know why, but the comment they said just bothered me. It wasn’t anything mean, but it just showed the shallowness of our society. I’m technically a little over weight, but I just look like a need to lay off a few hamburgers. I can’t imagine what people must go through who are truly overweight. The more I think about it, the more disgusted I get with the way we treat people and what we define beauty as in the U.S. I’m just sad over all for the state of where we are as a people. I talked to my therapist last week and he explained that I sometimes I let myself get too attached or involved with people or situations before I even get really involved. He was referring to the romantic side of my life. I can see this happening. I take each rejection so personally that it really starts to get to me after a while. I can’t stop feeling as if I can’t take it personally. I’m just too sensitive to things that happen in life. I try not to be, but I can’t help it. Eh. I’m just writing now, not really saying anything.
I have a friend who is going through drama with a past flame. Well, it’s more than a flame, it’s a love. I don’t really understand why they keeping coming back together. But after I talked with them, I couldn’t help but think about love and exactly what it means to people. As I’ve gotten older and seen my friends in more adult relationships, I see the crap that people have to put up with from the other person. I get so easily annoyed or offended by people, I sometimes wonder how I would react in the situations I see my friends in. Relationships are work. There’s another person you have to deal with. Another person with a set of beliefs, a way of driving, eating, talking, sleeping, everything…and you have to mesh with that person to become one in a relationship. HA!
Kori and I move in tomorrow…awesome.
Good day!
