veja_mate (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} veja_mate) wrote,@ 2006-09-13 01:25:00 |
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Purple days at university
Today was my fourth day of classes and I feel like I have been doing thins my whole life. I go through the same routine I guess. I go to class, I come back, I eat, I study, I miss my boyfriend and this is a big circle. I brake it now and then by randomly calling one of my Truro friends. I miss them so much.
I got roses the other day. They are very pretty. I don't know how long they are going to live, so I want to take one out and dry it. I only wish I knew how to do that successfully. I love my linear algebra class. The topics are interesting and I find the professor interesting. He has this, almost painful look about him. Like he's sad for some reason. I spent a bit of time analyzing him today before class and if only I knew how old he was. He's bound to be single. I still have a single mother and a single sister. Well, he might be a bit old for my sister, but then again I'm the a great example of age being no consequences.
Funny, I always wanted my sister to be the first one to fall in love, or my brother, or my mom, but never me, It seems weird that I should have this when I wish it on everybody, but everybody else doesn't have it.
I felt I should update. I sometimes wonder who I really keep this journal for. I don't think my friends read it and if they do then I'm sorry. I know my sister does and I know my tiger does. Sometimes it does make me feel better, but I also hope it makes those who read it feel a bit better as well. So for today, I didn't succeed making you feel better, then listen to this very wise life rule, which will make everything better: Smile.
Love,
Chevana
Today was my fourth day of classes and I feel like I have been doing thins my whole life. I go through the same routine I guess. I go to class, I come back, I eat, I study, I miss my boyfriend and this is a big circle. I brake it now and then by randomly calling one of my Truro friends. I miss them so much.
I got roses the other day. They are very pretty. I don't know how long they are going to live, so I want to take one out and dry it. I only wish I knew how to do that successfully. I love my linear algebra class. The topics are interesting and I find the professor interesting. He has this, almost painful look about him. Like he's sad for some reason. I spent a bit of time analyzing him today before class and if only I knew how old he was. He's bound to be single. I still have a single mother and a single sister. Well, he might be a bit old for my sister, but then again I'm the a great example of age being no consequences.
Funny, I always wanted my sister to be the first one to fall in love, or my brother, or my mom, but never me, It seems weird that I should have this when I wish it on everybody, but everybody else doesn't have it.
I felt I should update. I sometimes wonder who I really keep this journal for. I don't think my friends read it and if they do then I'm sorry. I know my sister does and I know my tiger does. Sometimes it does make me feel better, but I also hope it makes those who read it feel a bit better as well. So for today, I didn't succeed making you feel better, then listen to this very wise life rule, which will make everything better: Smile.
Love,
Chevana
