But seriously. Where did August go? Today, it feels as though I've blinked and eighteen days have gone by since I've last written. It has been a whirlwind of a month.
I'm now four whole weeks into my internship, and I already feel settled and confident. I'm so glad now, more than ever, that I decided to take this job. It's giving me some really valuable experience for the future. Finally, I have reached the point where I have several of my own projects and don't need a supervisor standing over my shoulder. I'm even getting to write a lot, which is something I secretly love despite how much I've argued with past English teachers about how I can't write.
Since I've started working at DNA, I've also transformed into a full-fledged insomniac. Like right now. It's Friday night, I just worked for five days straight, and I'm sitting up at 11:25 writing a blog. I went out Monday (babysat drunkies), Tuesday (the universe stomped on my face and I got two hours of sleep), AND Wednesday night (babysat drunkies), and then went to recruitment retreat Thursday night. In other words, I have not slept. And for whatever reason, I am taking zero advantage of my weekend and I'm blogging.
I've had an interesting couple of weekends. Lots of bingo and karaoke, which makes me sound like a senior citizen, but those are the main highlights of summer in Clemson. I've remained relatively tame this summer, bringing a bit of "Mama TarTar" back from Italy with me. Last weekend I threw every ounce of tame (and sane) out the window when I let my suppressed girly emotions become...un-suppressed. Very publicly. Recent events, life choices, and confusions have made me realize a lot of things about myself and other people. It seems all I ever get to walk away with is some "life lesson" or realization about the type of people I don't want to surround myself with. But that's life. And when the universe stomps on my face like it did this past weekend, it will eventually lead to better things. It has to. That's what all the country songs say.
Plus, whenever I'm feeling down about life, Kirstie and I play a really fun game. We name every friend we know who is in a relationship, and we ask one another if we would want to date their boyfriends if given the chance. It goes like this.
Kirstie: "I don't feel sassy. Wahh."
Me: "Okay, take [insert a friend's ugly boyfriend here]. If you could date him right now would you?"
Kirstie: "NO!"
Me: "Exactly."
or...
Me: "Wahh, boys are mean."
Kirstie: "Okay, take [insert a friend's unintelligent boyfriend here]. If you could date him right now would you?"
Me: "He doesn't know how to spell..."
Kirstie: "Exactly."
A few rounds of that game and a pint of Ben and Jerry's and we're both good as new. We also pep talk one another about how we are smarter and more mature than all other humans and someday Kirstie will stumble upon a northern LAX bro (granola-free) and I will stumble upon a hot CEO of a multibillion $ internet start-up (puka-shell-free) and we will win the game of life. Even writing about us talking about it is making me feel great.
So, now is when I bid adieu to MY LAST SUMMER AS A KID and say hello to my senior year. Right now I'm in sorority la-la-land, which might be more exhausting and draining than my full-time job. My second to last semester of classes starts Wednesday, and I am extremely excited as any self-proclaimed nerd would be. Something about a new syllabus just makes me happy.
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