Today marks the last of a glorious twelve-day reprieve from life as we know it. Jenna and I barely made it out of Finals alive, and before we take a second breath we plunge into another term tomorrow morning.
I don’t know about Jenna, but I consider this past week the last of my sanity. I’m registered for 25 units next quarter: 15 units of upper-division English courses; 4 units of a teaching internship *giddy squeal of excitement*; and 6 units of choir. I have so much class that there's a twenty-minutes span every Tuesday in which I'm scheduled to be in three different places at once. Insert Psycho Violin Screech and Wilhelm Scream for added effect.
We’ll see if I make it through Week 1 without dropping a class…or five.
This past week was filled with this season’s Supernatural and the obligatory family/friend/co-worker reunion extravaganzas. Everyone’s just as I left them and it’s a little startling how quickly we resume the regularly scheduled programming of our lives pre-college-exodus.
There was that the 12-hour span in which I worked out the kinks with the Ex, Mr. D1, and Mr. C. Can I take a moment to give props to myself for taking all three out in one fell stroke? Actually, let’s not; it was terribly exhausting and resulted in so much emotional trauma that I ended up with tonsillitis. Yeah, no, you heard me right. I’m just weird that way.
Regardless, things are said and done with the two former, and alive and well (I hope?) with the latter. We’ll see what kind of surprises I’ll find in my goodie bag this quarter.
Also, I asked my stepfather to adopt me. No biggie.
As for Jennalove, we enjoyed a lovely morning donning beautiful dresses and having pictures taken of us like the stars we are, damn it. We’ve only gotten to see a few (two of them are posted in the “About” section, if you’re curious about the faces behind the masks) but we’re (read: I) excited (read:anxious/eager/impatientlydyinginside) to see the rest of them. We also enjoyed a lovely dinner with Mr. S and Mr. T (two of my best friends from high school) followed by Jeopardy, Super Smash Bros. Brawl, and cuddling.
We are such cultured, young adults. We deserve a fucking medal for our ever-present displays of maturity.
Long story short: I return to school tonight, and between this week's panic attacks concerning surviving this quarter, grad school plans, my adoption, the boys, and what I'm going to eat for breakfast, I've decided that no matter what happens, I'll be okay. I'm no longer afraid of making mistakes; just missing opportunities*
Bring it on, Spring Quarter. I'm ready for everything you've got.
*Excluding opportunities brought on by too much tequila, especially those resulting in things like a Snooki tattoo on my shoulder or waking up in bed with a tranny hooker. I'll be okay to miss out on shit like that.
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