Sunday, April 01, 2007
Eventful...
I must say this has certainly been an eventful week. If I delve into detail, then I'll be writing for hours, so I'll make a short bullet point list, in chronological order.
1. Write e-mails out for UNESCO interships (Tuesday)
2. Receive a reply from RUSHSAP (which is one UNESCO department) (Wednesday)
3. Resend my application to UNESCO (Thursday)
4. Receive a call from head honcho at RUSHSAP... and get accepted!! (go me!) (Friday)
5. Get tickets for Ziggy Marley concert (also Friday)
6. Go for my first session of volunteering for tutoring Sudanese refugees in English (Saturday)
(6.5 - and I get my period)
7. Cristelle quits at Spaghetti Tree (FINALLY! also Saturday)
8. Meet up for coffee with an author whose thoughts I admire (Saturday)
9. Watch a Liverpool - Arsenal game in its entirety (still Saturday)
10. Get dumped for the first time in my life by boyfriend of over two years (and still Saturday)
11. Get home and water in bathroom has burst... still waiting for plumber to arrive (now it's Sunday)
Well... good and bad things happen, all of which have been very important and eventful for me. I don't know which even takes the cake...
But I guess three things do (still in chronological order):
1. I get accepted into intership.
2. I tutor in English for a good cause.
3. Daeshy dumps me.
I'm still waiting for the plumber (it's 4 a.m.) and I'm confused. Screw the burst water. I don't really care. We'll call again tomorrow. I can't believe over two years is gone like that, though. Not the plumbing. "I don't think it is working between us."
If he thinks it isn't, then it isn't. How do I fight when one party has pulled out? I hope we can be friends.
I'm sorry, but my phone will be off for the next few days. I can't face this right now.
I don't want to talk with anyone. I'll be burying myself in reading. That's it.
I'm sorry. I don't know what I did. And I'm sorry, but I also know that once that thought is there, it's too late, and it's there to stay. It's a seed that's taken root, and who am I to judge? Who am I to pour cyanide on a growing sprout? It's not my role to destroy. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, so sorry that I planted poison ivy when I was meant to plant sunflowers.
It's in your mind already, and I can't pull it out, can I? Nobody can!
Well, that was my rant. And I'm still waiting for the plumber (it's 4:20 a.m.)
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