Looking Up

Alone, night two.  My things for my final project for foundations (can I believe I’m nearly five weeks into the semester? NO!) are on their way; I think I have decided to either do some type of bound book, or a display.  Either way, there will be a typed handout to correlate with the presentation.

I lost yet another roll of film today.  It’s a complete heartbreat; although it wasn’t the entire thing, it was more than a third.  It’s upsetting to put so much time and effort into one thing only to see it fall apart within about fifteen minutes.

Which happens to families, and marriages, and friendships everyday, so I guess I can’t complain much about a roll of film.  Except that my grade hinges on it.

So to celebrate (or try to hurry along) my last night alone, I’ve curled up with some snacks–despite my body honestly not needing them–a laptop, and soon my bed.  It’s been the weekend from hell and I can honestly say I’m looking forward to tomorrow for an array of reasons.

To Clarify..

As I re-read the last post, it sounds angry toward people who don’t deserve it.  My relationship (the one with him) is perfect and the only problems lie in the ones that have been made in this town.  I feel completely bewildered at how yesterday’s events played out and in all honesty, I’m tired of being the one who has to fight to work it out.  I will no longer worry; instead, it’s going to have to just be this way.