2/10/08 08:18 pm
I pressed enter to fast and accidentally sent an incomplete version of my internship application in. I think I'm going to be sick.
2/10/08 02:52 pm
My dad came to visit me on Friday. It was nice but it brought a few things to light for me and made me realize that my parents, once again, have ulterior motives for my happiness. We didn't do much, just walked around the mall for a few hours, got something to eat, I got us lost on the way to the other mall and we ended up at Walmart instead. Turns out my parents think I'm depressed. They think I'm homesick and lonely and all this other stuff that almost makes me want to laugh. If they think I'm depressed now, what the hell did they think I was four years ago? Sure, my insomnia's back with the wrath of the gods but that just makes me tired. Plus the trying to cut back on my caffeine isn't helping that much either. But honestly, I'm happier with my life than I've been in a really long time. Just because I sound a little down, doesn't mean I'm depressed. It means that I've only been sleeping a few hours at a time.
We also talked about my internship that I'm applying for. I told him all about it and how happy I was and he seemed like he was genuinely excited about it. Then again, he might be genuinely excited about it but not for the same reasons I am. In order to understand why I was so confused about them applying for this internship in the first place, he wouldn't let me take a job in the city two years ago so this was a huge deal. Then his actual reasons came out, "Who knows, maybe you'll get comfortable there and want to go back" While this is very much a true statement, I've said it before and I'll say it again. I can't stay here anymore. The cold and snow and dampness is driving me absolutely mad and I can't deal with this type of winter any more. I love being warm all the time. I don't mind heat. Some of the most progressive research is being done on the west coast. In order to get as far in my field as possible, I have to go to the research. Especially if the research they're doing is what interests me. But they don't understand that. They don't want to listen to these arguments. They just want to think that they're always right. That nothing I could possibly be saying is true because I'm just a stupid twenty year old girl who's depressed. You know what helps depression? SUNSHINE!
The worst part of all this? I think they've actually gotten in my head enough to start making me think I'm depressed. I know I've never been the happiest of people. I love my cynicism and the fact that I see things in a more realistic light than most people. A few years ago, I went to a Yankee-Red Sox playoff game and I was interviewed by a news crew and I told them that it would be nice if the Yankees won but the way they'd been playing recently didn't make it likely. The reporter looked at me funny and walked away. It's who I've always been and it's the way I've always really dealt with things. But them saying that they think I'm depressed somehow unnerved me. It's been making me question myself and I hate when anyone, them especially, makes me do that. I don't know. I really think I need to get away from them. Just really get away from them and hope to whatever being is out there that it works.
Bah, these journal entries lately have been so negative. Um, happy thought... Oh! Turns out all the guys who live across the hall from me are pretty cute. I discovered this when I did my laundry last night and ran into one of them on my way back upstairs.