"Two sides to every story; somebody had to stop me; I'm not the same as when I began; I won't be treated as property"
Back in London and I literally picked up right where I left everything. My room is back to being in an organized cluttered state, I had a tutorial to sort out my last term, I've handed in work that I have been working on throughout the break, Tabitha is back on the hunt to get me a job, I'm seeing Helen tomorrow for lunch, all of my children are back under one roof and I've started out the year on a high note sorting things out with Trish.
"So..."
"Yeah..."
*cough*
It was good. Everything seems like it has stood still since I left, except for the fact that I'm well rested, thinking a lot more clearly and am so ready to finish this year. I know that coming to university is usually something that you only experience once, and I am so grateful to have been able to do it in the first place. But my GOD, I am so tired of doing this. I'm ready to go back to work.
It's okay, though, because I'm not as edgy as before and am taking things in strides. I know I've only been back about three days or so, but whatever. I'm me and I have to take EVERYTHING one day at a time. I can actually say that even though I'm still poor and unemployed in London, just like how I left it, I'm happy to be back and seeing everyone again.
We had a slight fire on Saturday as well, which I thought was a pretty exciting way to kick off the term. I was in my room when Emma came banging on my door screeching that the toaster was on fire. Of course when I went to go check on it, it wasn't on fire, but rather smoking quite a bit. I figured that it would eventually die out on its own since she UNPLUGGED THE TOASTER FROM THE WALL.
Nope. Even though it didn't have any power connected to it, the toaster that was possessed and hated our flat still manage to produce some serious flames and melt its plastic self all over our counter top. We have actual scorch marks up on our ceiling and even after we get a new toaster, I'll probably still choose to use the grill in the oven to make my toast. Oh, toast.
Yeah, not much to really say except that I'm feeling pretty good about myself so far. I'm sure that'll wear off soon and two weeks into the term I'll be crying because life just isn't going my way (!), and why doesn't anyone listen to me (!) and I just can't wait to go home (!). I'm such a cry baby. I always have been. Every night before I go to sleep, I read some of my old entries in one of the FIVE journals that I brought back with me. I've always whinged in my journals, and I always apologize as well. Some things will never change.
And because they're just too damn funny (in my opinion anyway), I'm going to share another oldie, but goodie from Sam's Past.
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This one is older than the last entry I posted. It is back from when I lived in North Dakota and had my first kiss. It should be said that where I was sitting was in this weird race car game that was like a mini car, only without a door. It's nice to see that even back then, eight-year-old Sam still got some action, and I always kept it classy. Go me!
Thursday, August 25th, 1993
Dear Diary,
Today I got my first kiss. It was so funny because we were in the car and Steph & Cory was the door so we just kissed. Steph & Cory kissed to when me & Josh was the door. So then it was the boys turn to kiss us. Corye was nurves and Josh was scard but us girls took it fine.
Love,
Sam
P.S. I love you Josh. (drawn heart)