I don't want any more guys coming on to me or professing some sort of desire to be with me. Trying to push yourself on me makes me want to run away as fast as I can. I don't know what they expect me to say or do. I am leaving in less than four weeks, and it would be more than a little crazy for me to try to start something now. I refuse to let anyone try to hold me back. That goes for anyone: silly boys, friends and family. I don't want to have to pity anyone else for their own horrible timing. Sorry.
I'm free, and I'm about to go experience the world. Don't you dare try to stop me.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
!!
Things are falling into place quite nicely. Today I got my housing assignment, as well as confirmation for the Dutch language course I signed up for. I got a private room with private facilities! balla.
I also got the new Blackberry Storm yesterday. It is amazing...I'm in love.
In addition to these little pieces of good news, moving home has completely changed my attitude. Being here just makes me feel so good. My mom is really happy about it, too. We all win!
I also got the new Blackberry Storm yesterday. It is amazing...I'm in love.
In addition to these little pieces of good news, moving home has completely changed my attitude. Being here just makes me feel so good. My mom is really happy about it, too. We all win!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I found it! The answer I was looking for. It was right in front of my nose.
It didn't originally make sense because I was blinded by my own compassion. Stupid little foolish girl.
But no anchor is keeping this ship from it's course.
It's time to go go GO!
I took this with a crummy camera while flying over Greenland a summer or two ago. I like it. It's hopeful.
Expect a link to a Flickr soon. It's time for me to make my favorite photos available to the interested.
It didn't originally make sense because I was blinded by my own compassion. Stupid little foolish girl.
But no anchor is keeping this ship from it's course.
It's time to go go GO!
I took this with a crummy camera while flying over Greenland a summer or two ago. I like it. It's hopeful.
Expect a link to a Flickr soon. It's time for me to make my favorite photos available to the interested.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Besides my family, there is nobody tying me down to this place.
People keep piling disappointment upon disappointment on me, making it easier and easier for me to get the fuck out of here and not miss a thing.
This place is depressing, people are depressing, and I just want to leave here as soon as I can.
god, just get me out of here.
I've wasted too much time trying to make things work.
I hope this is the last straw.
People keep piling disappointment upon disappointment on me, making it easier and easier for me to get the fuck out of here and not miss a thing.
This place is depressing, people are depressing, and I just want to leave here as soon as I can.
god, just get me out of here.
I've wasted too much time trying to make things work.
I hope this is the last straw.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Mumbo Jumbo.
I've always had problems with goodbyes.
I hold on to the fruits of my life until they are rotting in my hands. You can't fix rotten.
In the case of boys, it's always been this way.
I actually kind of try to keep in touch with the first boy I held hands with (at age 13! ...I got a late start).
Then the one who has had a big piece of my heart for nearly 5 years. 3 of which he has had a girlfriend. Not that this factor makes any difference to him. Going on 4 years since I have seen him. And here I am, only 3 months away from seeing him again, and I can't tell if what is filling my stomach is a pack of butterflies or bees. I don't need to be doing this to myself. But how could I not?
I tend to fall for the same type: promise you the world, but have nothing to show for it. Sometimes full of charm, sometimes not. Always have problems being honest. It's a sick cycle that I should be beyond after so much of this in my family history, but I'm not.
I consider myself a smart girl, so I really can't understand why I keep letting myself play the fool.
I think there is some misconception that I am a simple creature, but I am becoming increasingly more complex by the minute. Even those who I let believe that they know who I REALLY am have no clue. It's weird to me; even my best and closest friends have no idea who I am. In fact, I really tend to encourage them to think what they want. I have tried many a time to explain myself, my motives, my rationale, but I've found that I can seldom find the words to explain it to others. Lately, I can't even seem to put the feelings into words in my own jumbled head. That sucks, right? Not even being able to explain yourself to your self.
I used to have to go to counseling when I was younger because I had behavior problems, especially toward my mother. I only remember one session, but apparently there were many. I suppose that time in my life is one I have repressed. My mom told me recently that after many sessions with the counselor, the only solution to the problem was this: "Lauren just views the world differently than others. That's the key to beginning to understand her actions and behavior, thus establishing a foundation of a relationship."
I have a wonderful relationship with everyone in my family now, thank goodness, but I see some truth in that statement.
My head is not a pretty place to be. There are certain parts that are very neat and compartmentalized, and I get a certain satisfaction out of simple tasks. For example, I see my job waiting tables as a bit of a game. Each table is a different level. When I get cut, my side work is the final boss. Going home with some cash is winning the game! I also tend to focus on the most minute of details, completely missing the big picture. I am observant to a fault. Those are the most simple examples of which I could think. Everything else is too abstract to even begin to explain.
Moving on, I've started to become very anxious about going abroad. No one else from my university is going to Amsterdam. When I arrive, I will be utterly alone. Not only that, I get really nervous before getting on planes. A part of me finds it terribly exciting, but another is always thinking worst case scenario. I've imagined saying goodbye to my family and closest friends, and I know I am going to be a mess. I have GOT to start believing in myself. There is definitely the possibility that I will flood the plane with my tears, Alice in Wonderland style.
Like I said, goodbyes are not my forte.
I hold on to the fruits of my life until they are rotting in my hands. You can't fix rotten.
In the case of boys, it's always been this way.
I actually kind of try to keep in touch with the first boy I held hands with (at age 13! ...I got a late start).
Then the one who has had a big piece of my heart for nearly 5 years. 3 of which he has had a girlfriend. Not that this factor makes any difference to him. Going on 4 years since I have seen him. And here I am, only 3 months away from seeing him again, and I can't tell if what is filling my stomach is a pack of butterflies or bees. I don't need to be doing this to myself. But how could I not?
I tend to fall for the same type: promise you the world, but have nothing to show for it. Sometimes full of charm, sometimes not. Always have problems being honest. It's a sick cycle that I should be beyond after so much of this in my family history, but I'm not.
I consider myself a smart girl, so I really can't understand why I keep letting myself play the fool.
I think there is some misconception that I am a simple creature, but I am becoming increasingly more complex by the minute. Even those who I let believe that they know who I REALLY am have no clue. It's weird to me; even my best and closest friends have no idea who I am. In fact, I really tend to encourage them to think what they want. I have tried many a time to explain myself, my motives, my rationale, but I've found that I can seldom find the words to explain it to others. Lately, I can't even seem to put the feelings into words in my own jumbled head. That sucks, right? Not even being able to explain yourself to your self.
I used to have to go to counseling when I was younger because I had behavior problems, especially toward my mother. I only remember one session, but apparently there were many. I suppose that time in my life is one I have repressed. My mom told me recently that after many sessions with the counselor, the only solution to the problem was this: "Lauren just views the world differently than others. That's the key to beginning to understand her actions and behavior, thus establishing a foundation of a relationship."
I have a wonderful relationship with everyone in my family now, thank goodness, but I see some truth in that statement.
My head is not a pretty place to be. There are certain parts that are very neat and compartmentalized, and I get a certain satisfaction out of simple tasks. For example, I see my job waiting tables as a bit of a game. Each table is a different level. When I get cut, my side work is the final boss. Going home with some cash is winning the game! I also tend to focus on the most minute of details, completely missing the big picture. I am observant to a fault. Those are the most simple examples of which I could think. Everything else is too abstract to even begin to explain.
Moving on, I've started to become very anxious about going abroad. No one else from my university is going to Amsterdam. When I arrive, I will be utterly alone. Not only that, I get really nervous before getting on planes. A part of me finds it terribly exciting, but another is always thinking worst case scenario. I've imagined saying goodbye to my family and closest friends, and I know I am going to be a mess. I have GOT to start believing in myself. There is definitely the possibility that I will flood the plane with my tears, Alice in Wonderland style.
Like I said, goodbyes are not my forte.
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