The Diary of Queen Mothy |
End of a Chapter written @ 10:16 PM on May 13, 2003 At 2:00 pm this afternoon, Esmeralda was brimming to the top with my shit, and as of 2:00 pm today I realized what an exquisite pack-rat I truly am, and as of 2:00 pm today I came to the conclusion that I am the Queen of Packing. Honestly, I'm lucky I was able to see out the back window of my car. And, finally, as of 2:00 pm today, I officially handed over my room keys and ended my first year of college. My speech exam went well enough, I suppose, but it was hard to give a damn about anything today. Looking back over this school year, I remember all the shit that went down which was both my triumph and my tragedy, and with loaded idealistic weapons, I plunge with high hopes into the next year. First, some loose ends to be tied: Most of the girls from the hall are staying in the hall for the next semester. Some have moved into the apartments, but for the most part it's still the old gang on second floor Cumberland Hall. The new RA for our building is rumored to be worse than the one we had all year, but I had always liked Allison. Last night Emily made all the girls bright pink porn star T-shirts (an inside joke). They're a riot. They're king of the symbol of our fellowship. As for my roommate, I doubt I will be seeing her much. I think I'll run into her occasionally by chance on campus, but word has it she's trying to get a place off campus for next semester. In any case, my friend Tricia will be joining me in 210. I highly doubt Stephanie will be able to procure any place for herself; her mother's leash on her is simply too short and too tight to allow for any bits of freedom such as her own apartment, especially with her grades. But to give credit where credit is due, even though she and I were two very different people, we achieved a level of residential harmony and co-existence. But will she and I miss each other? Highly unlikely. As for the college capadres, Tricia is resuming work at Coney Island, as always. Brian is working a few jobs in both the theater and shuffling paper for the NKU music department. Caylah and Amy are going back home to their jobs. Brad and Derek are going back to Tennessee. Brad is actually going to be temporarily homeless because of the tornadoes that whipped through Jackson last week; his relatives have bunkered down at his house and left him without a bed. Annalyse is accepting a job as a lead actress at some theater company in South Carolina. And flippant, flamboyant John is working eight shows this summer at some rectory in North Jersey. In the guy department, we see less loose ends being tied. My sixth sense tells me that TJ and Michael are still on the prowl and will confront me before the first semester is out next year. And my better angel tells me there will be more characters to deal with. And Zach? After he sent me that e-mail from the other day, I got word that he and a bunch of my friends from theater were going out to dinner last night. I politely declined their invitation, and I had two reasons, which I admitted to Erica: one, I had to study for my speech exam and, two, I would rather have not seen Zach. This was probably a mistake. Apparently he's having an ulcer wondering why I have not yet replied to his e-mail, and he probably thinks he scared me off with it-- which is truth. But it's also true that I've been too busy packing and moving out to reply... and it's also true a part of me is avoiding the task itself of replying. I assure you, however, that when I do finally reply, it's going to be the bare-bone truth: I don't want to date Zach. *** With the summer stretched out before me, I see many opportunities, many new waters I would like to test. Right now I feel restless because I keep thinking I have something to do, some assignment I'm forgetting for class, but the only thing I really should do at this point is rewrite my resume and clean out my room. After that, I am home free to plot my summer as I will.
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