It was kinda official when I finished all my classes.
It was almost official when I finished all my exams.
It is FINALLY official now that this semester’s results have been released! :D
I’ve passed everything (even bloody stats haha), I’ve finished my first degree, I have become a Uni Graduate!!! (tick off #6 of 101 in 1001!)
Of all the people I know of, everyone has passed so that’s awesome! Congrats graduating Melb Uni Arts students of 2009!
Today was supposed to be a day of celebration, and in a way it was… had overpriced pizza with Dana on Lygon before she’s off country hopping and we busted out the camera for some shots near MC :)
However, I stayed up til 12am the night before after a particularily long day hoping to get the results… only to find out they would be posted up at 7am (unless of course you were a smart cookie and ordered your subject history or something and got it last night- only found this out thanks to Dana this morning lol), hence went to sleep… woke up at 3:30am (possibly from the nervous energy), decided to recount the past day’s activities in my old fashioned hand-written journal (that will remain hidden and for my eyes only lol) and of course woke myself up even further…therefore, it was a sleep-deprived Ames that jumped on the laptop at 6:50am this morning to find God’s grace evident in her results!
I was told constantly by those around me that I would have passed no doubt and after all of God’s assurance, I shouldn’t really have had any fear…but there had still been an inkling lol I was so thankful and the parents were please of course ;) Praise God, Law is still a go ahead *phew*.
Anyways, that was basically a disclaimer for what follows. Other points:
- I am tired and grumpy at the moment
- Please know that any hurtful words (I’m pretty sure the following will be) posted here are written during the height of an emotional outburst so please don’t take me too seriously (they make for a good read later on though lol)
- Thank you for that passage this morning dear friend. I will be focusing on that for the time being. And please know that you are not the cause of the emotional erruption below :)
So… I was confused by what I read. I didn’t find it funny. I tried hard to be understanding because I hope to be her friend one day as she is dear to you, but frankly, I don’t care if it was unintentional or not, it threw me off for a bit and that was enough. I don’t want or need an apology so don’t ask for one on my behalf. I think it was stupid to ask if she’d be OK about recent developments. Of course she’s not and won’t be for a while. Everyone needs time that you are not giving.
Right now, in this moment, I don’t want to think or deal with any of this craziness. I have a house to clean for a concert to hold, a song to practise for a wedding to adore, I have friends to send off and birthdays to celebrate… and there’s Christmas… enough said.
You’re fine now. You don’t need me to hold your hand. Find another shoulder to cry on because this one is going to be temporarily checked out until next year. I mean it. I’m taking the advice I should have heeded ages ago. I’m not being immature, I’m being pragmatic and practical.
I’m choosing to block it all out for now. I have that power, its served me well in the past and I will summon it again. Sorry Dana, I’m not going to live in the moment, I’m going to go back to over-analysing… Old habits die hard. I don’t want to talk about it, I’ve talked it through in my head a million times already. This is what I’ve decided and no amount of pretty words will sway me this time. The past has caught up to you I’m afraid, but I don’t think it was the ‘past’ that you had been referring to.
A friend expressed to me recently the philosophy that the ‘right timing’ was the key underpining to a successful relationship e.g. right guy/girl, wrong time or vica versa. I disagreed because I think that there are so many other factors that are involved and to put it simply down to timing seems to diminish the responsibilities of the people involved in my opinion. But now I think that perhaps I underestimated the importance of timing… I’ll be OK, just give me my space. Don’t make it harder than it is.
♥ a.
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