after many late nights in the city,
countless shots of espresso,
weeks of chipped nail polish,
30 pages of jordan's original thought,
and 2 fat exams,
i've hit my target.
summer.
freedom.
dun-zo.
in all honesty, the semester felt a bit like a routine on the uneven bars in gymnastics- i hopped on, did lots of spinning and turning and jumping and kicking, and somehow pulled off a pretty decent dismount. still awaiting the judges' scores though {aka my grades}. and for another moment of truth- i don't even care what the judges have to say. the semester took so much out of me {mentally, emotionally, spiritually} and i really feel like i have grown so much as an individual that my grades are just one element of the culmination of my Spring 2010 semester.
and today i slept until 9:45 {glorious}, took my sweet time getting ready, painted {okay, re-painted} my nails black {don't worry, it isn't mourning...it's sass...my toes are definitely fire engine red}, and am now sitting at the cafe blogging, drinking a cappucino, and waiting for my boy. the perfect prescription for "the morning after" my insane semester.
so glad i've had you all to join me for the ride. i like to think of you as my teammates in the gymnastics meet that is life.
gotta go...i'm up on vault.
2 comments:
nice metaphor. :) the boy left his hat... guess you'll have to see me again. and again. and again.
Congrats! What a relief to have finished a semester - I remember it well. I hope you enjoy this freedom and relaxation heading your way.
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