Even though I haven't watched Grey's Anatomy since October, I watched tonight because my sister was watching. Meredith had a small bit of narration at the end about telling people that you love them everyday, cause you never know what day will be the last. I'm a strong believer in that, even if at times I have alterior motives.
Would you freak out if I sent you a letter telling you I loved you?
Because I do, every day.
posted by Songs of Love at 11:10 PM
Monday, May 11, 2009
It might be a pattern, but Death Cab & The Format are becoming my soundtrack for the beginning of the summer. Except I'm going from Plans to Transatlanticism. I guess my mood warrants it.
I'm beginning to wonder why I've become so fond of change in the past year. Even so, I think now I'm changing my major. What lies will I tell people, what truth will I tell? Will I finally be done with this "hazy" explanation?
Charlotte's starting to snore so I guess I'll put her to bed now.
I'm beginning to wonder why I've become so fond of change in the past year. Even so, I think now I'm changing my major. What lies will I tell people, what truth will I tell? Will I finally be done with this "hazy" explanation?
Charlotte's starting to snore so I guess I'll put her to bed now.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Two finals down, two left. After tomorrow I'll be finished, and then all I have left holding me to Athens is work Thursday & Friday and my doctor's appointment Friday. I have until 5 to be at work on Thursday, so I hope to be able to clean my room and pack all day. Right now you have to hop over some things right after you get in the room and then the rest is a wild maze with papers everywhere.
Lola is only going to be in Johns Creek for 4 or 5 days next week so I'm seeing her Monday. I haven't seen her and Caroline and Megan since Lola's birthday, and I miss them dearly. I believe Caroline is staying in Atlanta this summer, and I know Lindsey and Megan will be in Johns Creek, but I have no idea about Lola. I myself am not sure if I'll be home for a week, a month, or all summer. I might end up working at Bolton this summer because I'm too lazy to apply for a job anywhere else in Athens, and it provides me with free meals.
I have a tentative schedule for now, but I have no idea how it will end up. Right now I'm signed up for both Roman culture and Greek culture. They're both taught by my latin professor from this semester, so that could be very weird. I prefer Rome & Latin and Jenn prefers all things Greek, but I'm willing to try it. I'm kinda afraid the classes will be errily similar and I'll be constantly confused.
One more day!
Lola is only going to be in Johns Creek for 4 or 5 days next week so I'm seeing her Monday. I haven't seen her and Caroline and Megan since Lola's birthday, and I miss them dearly. I believe Caroline is staying in Atlanta this summer, and I know Lindsey and Megan will be in Johns Creek, but I have no idea about Lola. I myself am not sure if I'll be home for a week, a month, or all summer. I might end up working at Bolton this summer because I'm too lazy to apply for a job anywhere else in Athens, and it provides me with free meals.
I have a tentative schedule for now, but I have no idea how it will end up. Right now I'm signed up for both Roman culture and Greek culture. They're both taught by my latin professor from this semester, so that could be very weird. I prefer Rome & Latin and Jenn prefers all things Greek, but I'm willing to try it. I'm kinda afraid the classes will be errily similar and I'll be constantly confused.
One more day!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Before I forget:
Mon - Latin final.
Tues - Journalism final.
Wed - Economics final then History of Rock Music final.
Thur - Work.
Fri - Work.
Sat - HOME.
Sun - Mom.
Mon - Lola?
Mon - Latin final.
Tues - Journalism final.
Wed - Economics final then History of Rock Music final.
Thur - Work.
Fri - Work.
Sat - HOME.
Sun - Mom.
Mon - Lola?
I haven't seen anyone aside from my roommates and Nicki, my future roommate, in forever. i'm not quite sure who still reads this, and I feel kind of guilty for just saying the most personal and coded things which you probably don't even understand. Libby was never meant to be such a personal journal, but I don't know when it will return to normal. I don't know when I will return to normal.
I was talking about this with my sister when she came to visit yesterday and she understood me more than I expected. It's not just that I'm busy, if I tried really hard I could still update Libby constantly. I'm emotionally spent. If I tired to return this blog to it's natural state, each post would be too raw and soon everyone would see my every flaw, my every failure.
I've been looking at my life through different glasses recently, and I've been amazed by what I've seen. It truly astounds me what people are willing to share when they're afraid for you. There's so many secrets, so many stories, so many feelings past and present that they share with you. And either they can relate and understand or they shift around uncomfortably and you know they've never had to go through that shit. And in the end that's what determines how much I feel I can share. And in the end it's so embarrassing and pathetic, and it hurts me a little more each time I have to say it, because deep down, I don't know what would have happened if Lindsay hadn't shown up. Despite what I say, despite how I tell the story, deep down I don't really know, and that scares the hell out of me.
And so the tears come again and I'll return to studying my latin because then I don't have to think about it. I'll listen to my playlists and cry and cry and think about poor Dido and how the fates destroyed her.
I was talking about this with my sister when she came to visit yesterday and she understood me more than I expected. It's not just that I'm busy, if I tried really hard I could still update Libby constantly. I'm emotionally spent. If I tired to return this blog to it's natural state, each post would be too raw and soon everyone would see my every flaw, my every failure.
I've been looking at my life through different glasses recently, and I've been amazed by what I've seen. It truly astounds me what people are willing to share when they're afraid for you. There's so many secrets, so many stories, so many feelings past and present that they share with you. And either they can relate and understand or they shift around uncomfortably and you know they've never had to go through that shit. And in the end that's what determines how much I feel I can share. And in the end it's so embarrassing and pathetic, and it hurts me a little more each time I have to say it, because deep down, I don't know what would have happened if Lindsay hadn't shown up. Despite what I say, despite how I tell the story, deep down I don't really know, and that scares the hell out of me.
And so the tears come again and I'll return to studying my latin because then I don't have to think about it. I'll listen to my playlists and cry and cry and think about poor Dido and how the fates destroyed her.