I give up.

Are you serious?

I give up.

This is fucking absurd.

Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.

times seem to always be getting rougher

Someday there will be someone whom is honored to give me a Ph.D, happy about having me as a researcher, motivated to have me as a professor, proud to have me as their girlfriend, excited about treating me highly respectably, and unselfish enough to not hurt me. I can only hope it's in this lifetime.

Stats...

Get it? I chose U Pikachu? Stats jokes...har har. Maybe Statistical Mechanics is getting to me...

Look around your world pretty baby. Is it everything you hoped it would be?

Julie? Different? Har har. Maybe I haven't changed as much as I thought. ;)

The only difference? I am unstoppable.

Ok, but seriously. Things are okay. I am getting back on track in life. I know what I need, but my heart is a strong fucker. If it wants something that isn't what I need, it sure is a battle. I just need to focus my heart on the right things.

On another note, I've been really trying to neglect the future. I really fear how undetermined it is. Today I remembered my Berkeley versus Brown dilemma and that things are going to start unfolding soon. I fear it so much. I don't know how to unremember that time it almost up for answers. Maybe the distractions that I am randomly passionate about are a good thing.

Cross your fingers, pray for me, or do whatever it is you do to make things lucky.

"If there was a better way to go then it would find me. I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me. Be kind to me, or treat me mean. I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine."-Fiona Apple

Open up your plans and damn you're free.

It's really interesting. After I freed myself from this situation, I am definitely not the same person I was even before this. I guess I got so tired about caring all of the time. Now, I just stopped caring about some of the things I used to put so much conservative energy on.

The important thing to me is that I am happy. Good thing is, I really am happy. I haven't been this happy further back than I can remember. I feel great! Problem? Everyone is fucking freaking out. The things I stopped caring so much about are making my friends think I am completely falling apart. They are seeing me act totally carefree about things I was usually a little more uptight about and they think it's some sort of emotional instability. So, I have now had about six of my friends either say something totally snarky, or strait up sit me down and be like, "we know you are hurting but..." No seriously guys, I am great. What should matter most of all is that I am honestly happy and healthy. I am more so than I was in the last four years. I know I usually doo doo my pants over going out for happy hour instead of going to gymnastics for the 6th night in a row, or I usually want a deep and serious relationship with someone of the male gender, but now that I skipped gym for Celia's happy hour with the other 1st years and have been making commentary on the attractiveness of men it does not mean I am a partier that will fail out of school, or that I am looking desperately for another relationship. Shit, guys. Relax. It's making me exhausted.

"Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods." ~ Artistotle

I care about nice people and you care about nice things. That's how we ended up where we are now. Looks like we're both happy now. Good luck with your nice things and I hope for the best with me and my friends.

Ok, I know it sounds bitchy. It's really interesting how true it is. Why do I randomly bring this up? Well, I'm not angry or annoyed. I just saw that he moved into a nice, fancy new apartment in SF with money he doesn't have. It made me think about how that's all he ever wanted. Then it made me think about what I want. I think all I've ever wanted was to be crammed in a decently shitty, but workable apartment with my closest friends. Instead of a fancy apartment with a balcony view to drink wine on, I wanted a crappy roof you could sneak up onto. It would have gravel on it so that when we wanted to have pancakes up there we'd have to put a blanket down. It would have an amazing view of the bay and nothing more. Instead of being around a bunch of wealthy, famous or important people with fancy cars, we'd be able to walk a block away and be at the farmer's market or be a bike ride away from Indian Rock. Best of all, instead of having a fancy room and no one to bother me in it, I wouldn't be able to avoid seeing my best friends unless I asked them to scram. :)

Why so I say that we're both happy? Well, I have exactly that. I have a loft above my head with Yuina snoring above. I have Eric and Manou so close that I can hear Eric snore. Manou has a wonderful boyfriend that come over with her and he continues the train of good company. There's a 4th floor to our apartment that's just an open door to a flat roof. The gravel exists, but so do the pancake breakfasts :) The Thursday farmer's market is one block away and I could practically sneeze and be at Indian Rock.

You never cared about the things I cared about. Worst of all, these were the things that meant the most to me. So, you and I would never work. It's good though. We'll both be happier being around the things that make us enjoy waking up every morning, no matter what they are.