All good things...
At around 1'oclock in the morning on Saturday the 11th of August, my car caught on fire in a Wendy's parking lot and burned to a crisp. Well, at least the front half of it burned to a crisp. The interior is fine, oddly enough. The blaze was rather big. I'm going to miss that car; the Volvo and I had many adventures. I'm also hoping that I got that whole car-fire thing out of the way early in life. What are the chances another car is going to spontaneously combust on me? Remote, I certaily hope.
I'm not sure what else is going on in my life. The fearful aspect of this whole ordeal I think I'm over (though I'm certainly expecting horrible dreams in the near future due to), but it has certainly been a real downer in the self-esteem department. August has now become one of my least favorite months. Last year I got dumped and lost my boyfriend, this year I lost my car. Woohoo. And I have to move out of my apartment in less than a week. This is maybe the only place I've ever called "home" besides my house; I've lived here for a year and have become really attached. Finals are three and seven days away, respectively. And then I'm getting out of New England for awhile. Savannah for a few days, then Cocoa Beach for a few more. And then I fly back to Boston for fall semester. I'm looking forward toward fall; school will seem normal then and kids will populate Boston once again.
I guess I just wanted to laugh at myself that my prediction of last May was completely true. I did have an emotional meltdown. Though, I should note it was more toward the end of summer than the middle. My 20th birthday was not the cause; August sure is. I can only hope that August will get better from here on out. Six months ago, I was having this exact same type of reaction to life. It was February, after all. I think toward the end the month started to pick up. Here's hoping the same will happen again! Ugh.
I don't know, life is weird sometimes. But at least I'm getting a lot written again. Fortunes of war, I suppose. Until next time...
and by the hundreds
they came
they crept silently across my mind
and only if i were:
listening to the proper tune;
focused in on the right thought;
in perfect harmony with nature;
or holding my own bleeding, broken heart in my hands,
only only if i do these things,
can those hundreds
of dreams, whispers, memories, poems, and truths,
come out to play.
I'm not sure what else is going on in my life. The fearful aspect of this whole ordeal I think I'm over (though I'm certainly expecting horrible dreams in the near future due to), but it has certainly been a real downer in the self-esteem department. August has now become one of my least favorite months. Last year I got dumped and lost my boyfriend, this year I lost my car. Woohoo. And I have to move out of my apartment in less than a week. This is maybe the only place I've ever called "home" besides my house; I've lived here for a year and have become really attached. Finals are three and seven days away, respectively. And then I'm getting out of New England for awhile. Savannah for a few days, then Cocoa Beach for a few more. And then I fly back to Boston for fall semester. I'm looking forward toward fall; school will seem normal then and kids will populate Boston once again.
I guess I just wanted to laugh at myself that my prediction of last May was completely true. I did have an emotional meltdown. Though, I should note it was more toward the end of summer than the middle. My 20th birthday was not the cause; August sure is. I can only hope that August will get better from here on out. Six months ago, I was having this exact same type of reaction to life. It was February, after all. I think toward the end the month started to pick up. Here's hoping the same will happen again! Ugh.
I don't know, life is weird sometimes. But at least I'm getting a lot written again. Fortunes of war, I suppose. Until next time...
and by the hundreds
they came
they crept silently across my mind
and only if i were:
listening to the proper tune;
focused in on the right thought;
in perfect harmony with nature;
or holding my own bleeding, broken heart in my hands,
only only if i do these things,
can those hundreds
of dreams, whispers, memories, poems, and truths,
come out to play.
