It has officially been one whole week since Joshua moved away to start establishing himself in Fort Lauderdale, settling in, getting organized, going to orientation, and starting his internship. Let’s be honest, he’s lazing about at his parents house and more than likely hasn’t unpacked anything. He’s a guy and they will always need a girl to do the house work for them, their brains simply cannot comprehend tidying up.
(Today’s song of the day is by The Cure, titled Love Song. If it weren’t for being at work I would make it easy on you and post a link, but alas!)
None of my friends are showing any support and it is very hurtful. They actually are not talking to me at all, if they do it is the type of conversation you expect to have with an acquaintance. How were your grades from last semester? Did you hear about Angelina Jolie? I have all of these things sitting on my chest, suffocating me, and no one to talk about them with. Of course I talk to Joshua, but I miss having girlfriends to talk too. If they would talk to me I would tell them about how hard missing Joshua is on me, about my little brother joining the marines, about my classes, and about how my Immune System kicked ass and destroyed those pesky abnormal cells (which is a story and vent session for another post). Deep breath, sorry for venting on you, it’s all bottled up and becoming dangerously explosive.
My summer class started today, a seminar on Modern European Photography, with a total of 8 people in the class. As always on the first day I’m in love with the class, but give it a couple weeks for the shine of newness to wear off and ask me then. It will be a lot of work, I will procrastinate, but it will be very rewarding. Oh and the teacher remembered me from a previous class I took with her, which automatically makes her awesome in my book! I’m already apart of Phi Theta Kappa but I was also invited to join the art history club in the fall, so maybe the void Joshua left behind, that my nonexistent friends are refusing to fill, will feel a little less soul sucking and little more bearable. One week after being separated from my love I find myself feeling excited for the future and optimistic, maybe this won’t be too bad?!
Work is beckoning me, so I regrettably must leave you, happy reads, good listenings, and even better day to all of you!
marissaren 