To me, this is fascinating.
January
It's 2008! Apathetic 2007 ended--rather apathetically, actually, as Emma and I were fighting sleep when the clock on my phone switched from 11:59 to 12:00.
ENTHUSIASM.
... I hoped it would snow beautifully again soon and that I would do a better job of living happily in the present.
February
I wear layer after layer and fuzzy scarves and furry red boots, so the cold isn't too bad.
It's so satisfying to have fulfilled the declaration I made back in October: The next time I go to the airport, I am going to be the one who is leaving...But I don't want to leave anything behind, and I'm glad.
March
I want to be a cat napping in the sun.
April
lonely bitter bored...Not that the year has been without its good points-but I want the year that should have been.
das KRANKENHAUS...I'm so excited for May and living in a house with my favorite favorite people!
the first sticker I lost in third grade was for perseverance and although I can never spell that word on the first try I will never give up
May
The cat slept between the TWO comforters I have on my bed because our house is fucking COLD.
The 2008-2009 life for the Marisa who doesn't make rash (but still logical) decisions won't be as exciting as that of pretty-fucking-sweet gallivanting-in-Germany Marisa, but it could be pretty nice. A year in Germany is still a better plan, though, and summer in Ann Arbor is already happening.
WHERE IS LAS PAMPAS, ANYWAY? HE SHOULD EAT IT.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I KNEW THERE WAS A GIANT BUG IN MY ROOM BUT NO ONE CARED!!!!
June
I think I need to come up with a plausible lie for what my plans post-undergrad are.
I have concluded that what I need to do is find the eccentric crazy and rich people who will pay me a fortune to pay attention to their cats.
money and bacon and Germany and headaches and butter and headaches and money and Germany and money.
I'm twenty and I think I'm going to explode.
I petted six cats today!
I feel like I don't know enough about anything to know what I want to do.
I'm even scared that Isabel will forget me. And if she doesn't, she'll probably bite my arm when I come home because she'll be mad I abandoned her for so long.
I've had three days of Spanish. That's twelve hours!
July
Sitting outside the MLB in the sun and picking up a decent wireless signal is just such a nice feeling.
Yesterday I ate goat.
Every time I drive past the airport I get nervous.
My hand met the silky, thick fur of Isabel...But I wanted Table Cat
i complain constantly right now because i feel like death
August
At the top of my list, under "absentee ballots" (which is crossed out!) is "stop having mystery illness."
It's time to say fuck it to everyone else and just do what I want, I think.
More important than the stress of packing: I can't wait to see all my things fitting nice and organized in my duffel bag, backpack, and carry-on suitcase!
September
I really like the time here so far (4 weeks yesterday! crazy!) and although my German conversation skills haven't improved because I don't have German roommates yet or German classes or German classmates, I think the way I think has been improving.
October
I'm meeting Maraia in Köln with some RC Freunde and then we are there for three nights and then we go to Aachen for six hours and see Charlemagne's cathedral and where he's buried and sweet stuff like that, and then we go to Bruges!
November
Step 1 to ruining my life: Follow a policy of increased irrationally fierce procrastination and paralyzing fear. Check!
December
My throat still hurts every morning, which is AWESOME. But I don't really care, because I'm really happy with life, basically all the time.
It's 2008! Apathetic 2007 ended--rather apathetically, actually, as Emma and I were fighting sleep when the clock on my phone switched from 11:59 to 12:00.
ENTHUSIASM.
... I hoped it would snow beautifully again soon and that I would do a better job of living happily in the present.
February
I wear layer after layer and fuzzy scarves and furry red boots, so the cold isn't too bad.
It's so satisfying to have fulfilled the declaration I made back in October: The next time I go to the airport, I am going to be the one who is leaving...But I don't want to leave anything behind, and I'm glad.
March
I want to be a cat napping in the sun.
April
lonely bitter bored...Not that the year has been without its good points-but I want the year that should have been.
das KRANKENHAUS...I'm so excited for May and living in a house with my favorite favorite people!
the first sticker I lost in third grade was for perseverance and although I can never spell that word on the first try I will never give up
May
The cat slept between the TWO comforters I have on my bed because our house is fucking COLD.
The 2008-2009 life for the Marisa who doesn't make rash (but still logical) decisions won't be as exciting as that of pretty-fucking-sweet gallivanting-in-Germany Marisa, but it could be pretty nice. A year in Germany is still a better plan, though, and summer in Ann Arbor is already happening.
WHERE IS LAS PAMPAS, ANYWAY? HE SHOULD EAT IT.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I KNEW THERE WAS A GIANT BUG IN MY ROOM BUT NO ONE CARED!!!!
June
I think I need to come up with a plausible lie for what my plans post-undergrad are.
I have concluded that what I need to do is find the eccentric crazy and rich people who will pay me a fortune to pay attention to their cats.
money and bacon and Germany and headaches and butter and headaches and money and Germany and money.
I'm twenty and I think I'm going to explode.
I petted six cats today!
I feel like I don't know enough about anything to know what I want to do.
I'm even scared that Isabel will forget me. And if she doesn't, she'll probably bite my arm when I come home because she'll be mad I abandoned her for so long.
I've had three days of Spanish. That's twelve hours!
July
Sitting outside the MLB in the sun and picking up a decent wireless signal is just such a nice feeling.
Yesterday I ate goat.
Every time I drive past the airport I get nervous.
My hand met the silky, thick fur of Isabel...But I wanted Table Cat
i complain constantly right now because i feel like death
August
At the top of my list, under "absentee ballots" (which is crossed out!) is "stop having mystery illness."
It's time to say fuck it to everyone else and just do what I want, I think.
More important than the stress of packing: I can't wait to see all my things fitting nice and organized in my duffel bag, backpack, and carry-on suitcase!
September
I really like the time here so far (4 weeks yesterday! crazy!) and although my German conversation skills haven't improved because I don't have German roommates yet or German classes or German classmates, I think the way I think has been improving.
October
I'm meeting Maraia in Köln with some RC Freunde and then we are there for three nights and then we go to Aachen for six hours and see Charlemagne's cathedral and where he's buried and sweet stuff like that, and then we go to Bruges!
November
Step 1 to ruining my life: Follow a policy of increased irrationally fierce procrastination and paralyzing fear. Check!
December
My throat still hurts every morning, which is AWESOME. But I don't really care, because I'm really happy with life, basically all the time.