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I'm going to take what's mine today

2005-08-20 | 10:41 a.m.

So I've had a night to sleep on it, and I still don't really feel better.

My college shopping is almost done, with my last necessary items are razors.

I'm leaving tomorrow, and I feel as though, no matter how much I hear, no matter how selfish it makes me, no matter what my relative situation, that I am more anxious than some of the others around me. While it's true that I'm staying in Chicago, which would make seeing some friends a possibility and familitarity with the terrain especially awesome, I am, for the most part, really really scared. Yes, yes, I am not suffering as some of you are, with the problems inherent in moving to a small town (or even a big city) far away, not knowing people; yet it would be a lie if I did not say I felt just as (or roughly about as) anxious as the rest of you. I guess the lack of updates (and the consequent lack of interest from former readers) has resulted in what I can honestly say is a pretty private diary here, so I can be a little more candid.

It's been a good summer, but the last few days have each had a bit of that "bummer" touch to them. Of course, I feel fairly certain it's my own bias tainting things, and my own approach to situations that's defined how they have felt for me, but within even the good moments, there were nuggets of sadness. Then there were the bad times. I try and forget those.

I guess, all in all, this means the summer was grand, but everything had a hint of sadness to it, whether immediate or longer-term. To those of you I'll be seeing after this sundering, I will see you all later. Now, here's an interesting method of goodbyes:

I. I will miss you terribly, and it's been good, and
IIa. I cannot wait until I can see you again (breaks, probably)
IIb. I apologize in advance for drifting far, far away and barely remembering who you were.

I and one of the IIs applies to each and every one of you going off into the world.

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	I'm going to take what's mine today 2005-08-20 \| 10:41 a.m. So I've had a night to sleep on it, and I still don't really feel better. My college shopping is almost done, with my last necessary items are razors. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I feel as though, no matter how much I hear, no matter how selfish it makes me, no matter what my relative situation, that I am more anxious than some of the others around me. While it's true that I'm staying in Chicago, which would make seeing some friends a possibility and familitarity with the terrain especially awesome, I am, for the most part, really really scared. Yes, yes, I am not suffering as some of you are, with the problems inherent in moving to a small town (or even a big city) far away, not knowing people; yet it would be a lie if I did not say I felt just as (or roughly about as) anxious as the rest of you. I guess the lack of updates (and the consequent lack of interest from former readers) has resulted in what I can honestly say is a pretty private diary here, so I can be a little more candid. It's been a good summer, but the last few days have each had a bit of that "bummer" touch to them. Of course, I feel fairly certain it's my own bias tainting things, and my own approach to situations that's defined how they have felt for me, but within even the good moments, there were nuggets of sadness. Then there were the bad times. I try and forget those. I guess, all in all, this means the summer was grand, but everything had a hint of sadness to it, whether immediate or longer-term. To those of you I'll be seeing after this sundering, I will see you all later. Now, here's an interesting method of goodbyes: I. I will miss you terribly, and it's been good, and IIa. I cannot wait until I can see you again (breaks, probably) IIb. I apologize in advance for drifting far, far away and barely remembering who you were. I and one of the IIs applies to each and every one of you going off into the world. Yesterday's news \| Tomorrow's headlines