The End of Life As I Know It

Well, it has finally happened. My other half has left me. She is on to bigger and better things, namely getting a masters in psycho in Wisconsin. I have been okay. Only one major break down. Funnily enough it happened on the roof of a fraternity house while I was watching people climb up a la Spiderman and admiring a Jimi Hendrix poster. I can't make this stuff up. I drove home sobbing. I can't believe I didn't crash. NO REALLY. I'm lucky to be alive at this point.

It doesn't feel real yet, but that's because she has left for the summer before and came back. I think it will hit me come September.

Ahhh the future. Seriously I hate thinking about it and talking about it but I understand that I have to. I'm looking at grad programs in Chicago, Wisconsin, Indiana, Canada (I know, right?), and England. England's a total long shot because, oh yeah, I'M EXTREMELY POOR. But whatever, it's worth a try. And clearly I'm fine at dealing with separation anxiety. Plus, England is awesome in that you can complete your masters in a year rather than two. I think it would be worth it. But again, extreme long shot.

I went for a run today. And now I'm washing my bedding. And then I'm going to feel very intellectual and read some Herodotus for my Greek history class.

Thus, sums up my existence.