And it seems to happen every year with out fail. The annual falling. The time of year when I meet a guy that seems to change my world. The guy that seems to make everything feel better. The guy that hangs the stars on the moon, the guy that makes everything better, but then a couple of days later you found out that he fucked your best friend and secretly wants to kill you. Well maybe it’s not that serious, but it seems to happen without fail every fall. I just don’t understand. This seems like my millionth post about some boy, but it never gets any better. The pain never seems to subside. It’s sill as jagged and painful as the first time.
Everyone tells me that I need to wait until I leave Statesboro, but I see so many gay people dating and in relationships. It would be nice to have that connection with someone.
Eh.
I’m done, for now.
Good day!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
The Labor Day weekend has come and gone. I now feel like the school year can begin. Since the beginning of my days at SGC, the end of the Labor Day holiday signals the beginning of the school year. The first few weeks are warm up. I remember my freshman year how I forgot my razor at home in Atlanta, so by the end of the first three weeks at SGC, I was looking rough. I had facial hair growing everywhere, my hair hadn’t been braided in a while, and I just looked a mess. I went home that three day weekend, met up with my then boyfriend Corey, got my hair “did,” shaved, and just wonderful. I remember Lisa commenting on how I looked different after I had gone home. Ah, those were the days…
This weekend, the last Labor Day weekend of my schooling career was spent doing a whole lot of nothing. Kevin helped me do my room. It looks wonderful. I bought furniture and everything for my room. This is the first time I’ve had a room with matching stuff, a real comforter and everything. Kevin even built the book case and dresser. He also replaced my headlight and dome light on my poor car. Ah, what to do about this situation. My gut is telling me just to wait it out and see. After all that I have been through with guys, one of the many lessons I have finally learned is the lesson of patience. Don’t push or rush things. Just let it happen. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
With each passing week, I move closer to graduation from college. I’ve been looking forward to this day for years; actually, I’ve been looking forward to this day as long as I can remember. But then what? I’ve been working towards this goal of getting out of school for my whole life, and then what do I do? Going into radio is not the safest bet, probably not the smartest, but it’s what I love and what I know. I just hope I don’t botch it up. I just have no clue where I will end up by July 2007. I really hope I’m not living in Fairburn, Georgia with my Grandmother. In my mind, that would totally erase everything I have been working for since I’ve been in school. There are so many options I could go after. Radio is not like some occupations where there’s a given path that you take to get to where you want to be. I want to be a morning show host one day, but there are so many ways to get there. Some say to go and work in other parts of the day as the night guy, then move up in day parts while some advise that I just stay in mornings and try to be a stunt guy/producer for some small market morning show and work my way up. I don’t know…
Well, it’s time for sleep.
Good day!
This weekend, the last Labor Day weekend of my schooling career was spent doing a whole lot of nothing. Kevin helped me do my room. It looks wonderful. I bought furniture and everything for my room. This is the first time I’ve had a room with matching stuff, a real comforter and everything. Kevin even built the book case and dresser. He also replaced my headlight and dome light on my poor car. Ah, what to do about this situation. My gut is telling me just to wait it out and see. After all that I have been through with guys, one of the many lessons I have finally learned is the lesson of patience. Don’t push or rush things. Just let it happen. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
With each passing week, I move closer to graduation from college. I’ve been looking forward to this day for years; actually, I’ve been looking forward to this day as long as I can remember. But then what? I’ve been working towards this goal of getting out of school for my whole life, and then what do I do? Going into radio is not the safest bet, probably not the smartest, but it’s what I love and what I know. I just hope I don’t botch it up. I just have no clue where I will end up by July 2007. I really hope I’m not living in Fairburn, Georgia with my Grandmother. In my mind, that would totally erase everything I have been working for since I’ve been in school. There are so many options I could go after. Radio is not like some occupations where there’s a given path that you take to get to where you want to be. I want to be a morning show host one day, but there are so many ways to get there. Some say to go and work in other parts of the day as the night guy, then move up in day parts while some advise that I just stay in mornings and try to be a stunt guy/producer for some small market morning show and work my way up. I don’t know…
Well, it’s time for sleep.
Good day!
