'Sup?
We haven't talked in a while.
I've been.... I was going to say I've been okay. I've been up and down. I've been better than okay and I've been a lot worse too. right now I amd juuuust comming out of one of the biggest "downs" I've had all summer... but i thought i should update. not sure what I'll have to say.
It's morning, for once. I don't normally write in the mornings. Mostly i use mornings to procrastinate as hard as possible... maybe that's what this is. But I mean technically, it's a holiday here. Apparently. For reasons.... Britain is so weird you guys.
no but seriously the library I need is closed today because it's a Bank Holiday. So... maybe I'll get around to my essays. But for once in my life I'm going to not even feel like I should feel bad about resting this morning.
Weather has been amazing here this week. Meaning it's been cold and rainy and bright and sunny and just perfect. There was thunder two days ago. And hail. I loved it.
I found a new book series I really like. Graphic novel, I should say - lol, I don't have time for book series! I went down to the library on Saturday but they were closed for the long weekend, so I went to find a coffee shop. For some reason I had kind of forgotten that we have a starbucks? (which I mean chai tea latte so yes) so I ended up in the Waterstones cafe (that's a bookstore btw) but there were no tables for me to work at sooo.... I found myself back in the sci-fi/fantasy section and definitely NOT on my laptop. I sat there for a few hours and read the first 3 volumes of Lumberjanes. It was fantastic. It hailed. Big hail. Bigger than dime size, I would say to the Americans - dimes are about the same as 5p size to the Brits. But yeah these graphic novels are just really great. They are funny and well written, and have great character that are diverse without all being tropes. Their kind of humor and wit is just the sort I love. Also, these books are, much like Steven Universe is on TV, the type of book that have SO MUCH that kids need to see. These are the types of books that I needed as a kid. They would have saved me a lot of trouble in my understanding of gender growing up. (we should talk about that, but maybe some other time) I, uh.. maybe have gone home and bought the first 5 volumes on ebay.... but hey, it was 5 volumes of graphic novel (that's like 20 issues) for around half the price of a major video game. They're supposed to be here by Friday.
What else? I finally FINALLY made *some* progress on my paper, though both are far from finished. Feeling a bit better about that. What I need to do is STOP thinking ahead and just focus on these two papers. I just need to make it through September, and THEN I can worry about making it through November. But to be honest? I am pretty darn scared of not being able to make it through to Christmas. I've got a LOT of work to do.
There have been other things, I am sure. Some days I really good - filled with good conversations at the philosophy grad studies room and at wycliffe. With rain and sun and music. Other days... I've gone through another gigantic wave of loneliness and homesickness. It's been hard. I'll just... I'm gonna take a chance here and say: if you're reading this, and you're in Oxford, the next time you see me just give me a hug, if that's alright...
One of the biggest things I've learned about myself here at Oxford is... well the biggest is my extreme lack of discipline... but one of the other biggest is that I have a VERY high need for physical touch and for quality one-on-one time with others. And both of those I had a LOT of growing up and even MORE at JBU. And then I moved here and it's just... gone. And it's been really difficult to try and get back.
Let's see what else...? I've been cooking more. Made some of the recipes my mom always makes. Guys my mom is such a good cook yall dont even know. And she has really good taste. Yum. Some are harder than others because - DID y'all know they don't have RANCH here??! I mean really. It's the worst. Ok, sorry. I am sure there will be food things I miss a lot when I go home. Like jaffa cakes....
Oh speaking of Jaffa cakes! The Great British Bake Off is back on! I'm not sure my american friends have had a chance to watch it yet but this is a great batch of bakers (get it? batch? ok you get it...) and i forgot how much I love this show. So my TV watching, which I often claim is practically non-existent now stands at: Steven Universe (just now on hiatus), Game of Thrones (also on hiatus), and GBBO (just now back fro hiatus). I'll probably pick Sherlock back up if that ever comes back...
Oh. Yeah. Also... the Olympics happened. I got to watch bits and pieces. Mostly whenever I syped home and they were watching, which was mainly equestrian. Got to watch a bit of judo and some weightlifting. Missed all the gymnastics unfortunately. The thing I watched the most of was women's football, for obvious reasons... and I am slow to mention it for more obvious reasons. You guys. That. hurt. I love the USWNT and they did SO WELL. It honestly did physically hurt, what happened. I... I went and bought myself ice cream and worse my USWNT scarf for like 24 hours....And just to mentioned it once and then move on - there will be no hating on any of the girls including Solo around me, I love them all and our amazing GK does not deserve all the hate she's gotten. I hope and pray that these girls are alright, after that. They still are THE BEST team and I love them.
Um yeah, can't think of much else. Just wanted to update, and apologize again for the fact that I spent a month gallivanting across most of europe and still haven't written about it!!! I guess it's like... I could never write a post worth of it, so I just haven't tried? Besides y'all got a TON of pictures already... I'm afraid I've already started to forget my trip - it really doesn't feel like a real thing that really happened. Hah, I swear the biggest reminder is the fact that my arms are still a little more tan than they've been in at least 6-7 years.
It's not even 11am but I'm considering gong back to bed... I don't know WHY I am so tired today...
Oh! knock on wood, but here is the most surprising thing so far these past two months: I have not gotten sick. Like seriously? How? I get sick/have a major allergy attack EVERY time I travel ANYWHERE. But then I make this huge trip and travel more than ever and... i don't? I am suspicious. So.... Basically every time something happens to my health now I'm just like "oh this is it I should stock up on kleenex and tea now..." but the axe has yet to fall.
So, I suppose, on that note,
Praise God from whom all blessings flow, prais ehim all creatures here below, prais ehim above ye heavenly hosts, praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
R
Monday, August 29, 2016
Thursday, August 18, 2016
[insert clever title here]
So, once again, it's been a while. I wanted to be all organized about this. I wanted to be organized and make separate posts all in order and I wanted to share stories before I forgot them because honestly at this point I forget that you guys DON'T know all the stories. Some I have shared with some of you or with others, but yeah. I've taken long enough that my trip is starting to feel like something that happened a while ago, that everyone has come to terms with.
In all honesty I'm not sure I'm going to talk about my trip in this post. Because it is time once again for Rissa to make one of those ramble-y depressed posts that this blog is so full of. Thanks for bearing with.
Let me start with the preface that I'm not feeling super good this morning. I am more tired than I ought to be, my insides are unhappy with me over my recent diet, and on the whole... blech. You know?
I have been trying for that last two weeks to convince myself to do work. My essays need work. They need re-writing. I need to figure out what in God's good green earth I mean to SAY in them. I have some time, but if I keep going at this rate it won't matter.
I need to get these essays into a passable state. That's all I'm going for now. Passable. All of you who knew me at JBU, you didn't think I'd ever been one relying on the old joke: "Ds make Degrees", did you? Well I am. And you know what? They do.
It's probably breaking my own confidentiality to discuss my marks. But let's just say I'm officially out of the running for an distinction, and it feels like an actual act of grace that allowed me to not need to re-submit both of the essays I turned in last term. I didn't think the essays were that good but honestly I felt they were at least a little better than the bare minimum. It's not an encouraging thought.
Honestly? It... kind of makes me want to give up. I mean yes, I passed. I can still graduate. But it makes me really worry that these next essays, or the essays after that, WONT pass. And at this point? If I have to re-submit any of my 6 essays? I would very very seriously consider giving up. Leaving. Going home. I told myself I wouldn't go home without a degree, and I do not intend to. But... God help me.
So yeah. I have... lost all motivation again. All of it. for... everything. I don't want to do anything. I don't necessarily want to do nothing, that feels bad too, but I also don't want to do anything. Luckily, and by the grace of God, I still feel motivated to go to church. That is still important in a way not many things are to me right now. But even that I wonder if it's more important for me to see my friends there than the spiritual side is. Well, who can say?
I feel like I'm in a bit of a fog about that. Like... I've had a theological education. Y'all know that, a lot of you were parts of that. I haven't ever had a super spiritual life, but it's always been there right? These days it's felt like... one like I've forgotten all of it. Like all of it, if it's in my head, is locked away somewhere. And two, like what I can access is just facts. I can sound REALLY DANG SMART about theological things. I can even talk about Greek. But.... It's not my life, you know? It never has been. I don't know what it would look like for that to be my life. Right now I'm hoping that what it looks like is a tired old "let's get own with it" attitude which insists to itself that God has a plan. I've stopped trying to gain insight into this plan. I've stopped trying to see the big picture. And I think that's really bad for me.
just processing out loud there, you know me. Just... yeah. Pray for me. Thanks. Just to say this has nothing to do with my trip - when I am feeling a bit better I promise to tell y'all about that. This has everything to do with me being back at Uni again.
The other thing I wanted to talk about is games. So here's the thing. I spend an inordinate amount of time playing video games. Often at times when I shouldn't be. I realize this. I also realize that allowing this is making me pass up moments that I could turn around and could prove helpful, you know? I've been wondering if this has gotten to the point of being a harmful addiction. Maybe it has. But it's like this.... Sometimes I feel like I play video games as if it is my job. As if it's the thing I'm SUPPOSED to be doing is finishing this play through of Rise of the Tomb Raider, or leveling up in Overwatch. And the reason for that is that these days it is the only thing that captures my interest, the only thing I have any motivation to do. I still CARE about games, in a time when I feel like I lost the ability to care about anything.
That sounds so pathetic. Sounds like this is all I have left. Rest assure I do other things. I've been walking a lot, just to walk around. I have been doing at least SOME work on my essays, though not nearly enough.
I am not well read enough to be in Oxford, and I do not like reading enough. I love the IDEA of reading, sure, and I have read some great stuff, but I somehow don't actually enjoy reading for the sake of it, no matter how convinced I used to be that I did, and no matter how laudable I find such pleasure. I wish I did enjoy it. I know a lot of people who do. But I... don't. I am lazy. SO lazy. I want nothing more than to finish these essays with the minimum reading possible, even though even saying that out loud, it seems like a vile attitude.
I just really wish I cared about this stuff. I did. I want to. What happened? WHY do I not care? HOW do I not care?
It's like my very personality has been changed. I know some of y'all love Myers-Briggs stuff. Mine is INTP. But every time I read descriptions of that these days it's like "screw that guy, all that about intelligence, it's almost a joke". It's like my values have changed. Like I've used up all the intelleigence, all the philosophy I've got - I've reached my quota, it's time for something else now. But it's not as if I'm prepared for anything else.
I feel empty. I feel full of fog. I feel tired. I feel like I just can't. Something in my head is telling me that this is the time in which people meet God. But even that, based on what I know of me and my life so far? Feels like I could never do it in anything more than a passing manor, which I forget by the next morning. I need the Lord to just take hold of me, insist on being in my mind, not allow me to go or be distracted. I don't know how.
Uhg, why am I sharing all of this? It will only make you worry. This is the party where I, truthfully, assure you that I'm not always like this. That I've actually had a pretty good week, have had some good times, have had fun, talked with friends, the lot. Even made some progress in my work, though little. I don't mean you to worry. I just have to get this stuff out there. It helps - a lot - to say it.
I wish I had determination. Passion. Drive. I wish I had a goal. I want to be like Lara Croft - driven, capable, willing to push herself. But I'm not any of those things. I'm not even interested any more, which used to be pretty chief for me.
I feel like I need to take a nap. Which probably means I should do the exact opposite and take a walk or something.
How many days, how often, can I keep allowing myself to take days off of work before I run out of days?
I have not been often hesitant about posting things, but I really don't know if I even want to know the reaction to this. I'm sure I've made you sad, made you worried, made you concerned. I'm sorry. Please remember what I said in a previous post: For you, reading all of this, this might be news to you, the first time hearing, you might feel the need to respond or react as if you can cut this off at the start and help. But for me, writing all of this down is one of the final stages after letting it stew in my mind for a while now. If I have reached the point of writing this down and posting it, I have reached a point where I have done all the talking about it that I want to do for a while, and will probably be irrationally begrudging if you want to talk about it. I am sorry for this too. Thank you for wanting to help. I probably need it. I ask your patience with me.
Thanks again for continuing to read this blog, even if I never update and when I do it's this mess. Again.
Have I ever mentioned how terribly hard it is to say any of this in person? Somehow by the time I get to a counselor's office and try to say all this again, my problems seem so small and not-really-that-bad that I barely know why I bothered the counseling office in the first place. It feels silly. I don't know what to say. And it helps for a little bit but never for long. Partly because I'm often to lazy to really work hard on changing anyway.
Ok. Well. I'm actually starting to feel a little bit better now even just having typed this all up. Thanks for listening. I'm gonna take a walk. I know a lot of you are just waking up. Good morning. Sorry if I've made it a not-so-great morning. Sorry if I'm worrying you.
Gonna gocatch some Pokemon take a walk.
Thanks
R
Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise him all creatures here below. Praise him above ye heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
In all honesty I'm not sure I'm going to talk about my trip in this post. Because it is time once again for Rissa to make one of those ramble-y depressed posts that this blog is so full of. Thanks for bearing with.
Let me start with the preface that I'm not feeling super good this morning. I am more tired than I ought to be, my insides are unhappy with me over my recent diet, and on the whole... blech. You know?
I have been trying for that last two weeks to convince myself to do work. My essays need work. They need re-writing. I need to figure out what in God's good green earth I mean to SAY in them. I have some time, but if I keep going at this rate it won't matter.
I need to get these essays into a passable state. That's all I'm going for now. Passable. All of you who knew me at JBU, you didn't think I'd ever been one relying on the old joke: "Ds make Degrees", did you? Well I am. And you know what? They do.
It's probably breaking my own confidentiality to discuss my marks. But let's just say I'm officially out of the running for an distinction, and it feels like an actual act of grace that allowed me to not need to re-submit both of the essays I turned in last term. I didn't think the essays were that good but honestly I felt they were at least a little better than the bare minimum. It's not an encouraging thought.
Honestly? It... kind of makes me want to give up. I mean yes, I passed. I can still graduate. But it makes me really worry that these next essays, or the essays after that, WONT pass. And at this point? If I have to re-submit any of my 6 essays? I would very very seriously consider giving up. Leaving. Going home. I told myself I wouldn't go home without a degree, and I do not intend to. But... God help me.
So yeah. I have... lost all motivation again. All of it. for... everything. I don't want to do anything. I don't necessarily want to do nothing, that feels bad too, but I also don't want to do anything. Luckily, and by the grace of God, I still feel motivated to go to church. That is still important in a way not many things are to me right now. But even that I wonder if it's more important for me to see my friends there than the spiritual side is. Well, who can say?
I feel like I'm in a bit of a fog about that. Like... I've had a theological education. Y'all know that, a lot of you were parts of that. I haven't ever had a super spiritual life, but it's always been there right? These days it's felt like... one like I've forgotten all of it. Like all of it, if it's in my head, is locked away somewhere. And two, like what I can access is just facts. I can sound REALLY DANG SMART about theological things. I can even talk about Greek. But.... It's not my life, you know? It never has been. I don't know what it would look like for that to be my life. Right now I'm hoping that what it looks like is a tired old "let's get own with it" attitude which insists to itself that God has a plan. I've stopped trying to gain insight into this plan. I've stopped trying to see the big picture. And I think that's really bad for me.
just processing out loud there, you know me. Just... yeah. Pray for me. Thanks. Just to say this has nothing to do with my trip - when I am feeling a bit better I promise to tell y'all about that. This has everything to do with me being back at Uni again.
The other thing I wanted to talk about is games. So here's the thing. I spend an inordinate amount of time playing video games. Often at times when I shouldn't be. I realize this. I also realize that allowing this is making me pass up moments that I could turn around and could prove helpful, you know? I've been wondering if this has gotten to the point of being a harmful addiction. Maybe it has. But it's like this.... Sometimes I feel like I play video games as if it is my job. As if it's the thing I'm SUPPOSED to be doing is finishing this play through of Rise of the Tomb Raider, or leveling up in Overwatch. And the reason for that is that these days it is the only thing that captures my interest, the only thing I have any motivation to do. I still CARE about games, in a time when I feel like I lost the ability to care about anything.
That sounds so pathetic. Sounds like this is all I have left. Rest assure I do other things. I've been walking a lot, just to walk around. I have been doing at least SOME work on my essays, though not nearly enough.
I am not well read enough to be in Oxford, and I do not like reading enough. I love the IDEA of reading, sure, and I have read some great stuff, but I somehow don't actually enjoy reading for the sake of it, no matter how convinced I used to be that I did, and no matter how laudable I find such pleasure. I wish I did enjoy it. I know a lot of people who do. But I... don't. I am lazy. SO lazy. I want nothing more than to finish these essays with the minimum reading possible, even though even saying that out loud, it seems like a vile attitude.
I just really wish I cared about this stuff. I did. I want to. What happened? WHY do I not care? HOW do I not care?
It's like my very personality has been changed. I know some of y'all love Myers-Briggs stuff. Mine is INTP. But every time I read descriptions of that these days it's like "screw that guy, all that about intelligence, it's almost a joke". It's like my values have changed. Like I've used up all the intelleigence, all the philosophy I've got - I've reached my quota, it's time for something else now. But it's not as if I'm prepared for anything else.
I feel empty. I feel full of fog. I feel tired. I feel like I just can't. Something in my head is telling me that this is the time in which people meet God. But even that, based on what I know of me and my life so far? Feels like I could never do it in anything more than a passing manor, which I forget by the next morning. I need the Lord to just take hold of me, insist on being in my mind, not allow me to go or be distracted. I don't know how.
Uhg, why am I sharing all of this? It will only make you worry. This is the party where I, truthfully, assure you that I'm not always like this. That I've actually had a pretty good week, have had some good times, have had fun, talked with friends, the lot. Even made some progress in my work, though little. I don't mean you to worry. I just have to get this stuff out there. It helps - a lot - to say it.
I wish I had determination. Passion. Drive. I wish I had a goal. I want to be like Lara Croft - driven, capable, willing to push herself. But I'm not any of those things. I'm not even interested any more, which used to be pretty chief for me.
I feel like I need to take a nap. Which probably means I should do the exact opposite and take a walk or something.
How many days, how often, can I keep allowing myself to take days off of work before I run out of days?
I have not been often hesitant about posting things, but I really don't know if I even want to know the reaction to this. I'm sure I've made you sad, made you worried, made you concerned. I'm sorry. Please remember what I said in a previous post: For you, reading all of this, this might be news to you, the first time hearing, you might feel the need to respond or react as if you can cut this off at the start and help. But for me, writing all of this down is one of the final stages after letting it stew in my mind for a while now. If I have reached the point of writing this down and posting it, I have reached a point where I have done all the talking about it that I want to do for a while, and will probably be irrationally begrudging if you want to talk about it. I am sorry for this too. Thank you for wanting to help. I probably need it. I ask your patience with me.
Thanks again for continuing to read this blog, even if I never update and when I do it's this mess. Again.
Have I ever mentioned how terribly hard it is to say any of this in person? Somehow by the time I get to a counselor's office and try to say all this again, my problems seem so small and not-really-that-bad that I barely know why I bothered the counseling office in the first place. It feels silly. I don't know what to say. And it helps for a little bit but never for long. Partly because I'm often to lazy to really work hard on changing anyway.
Ok. Well. I'm actually starting to feel a little bit better now even just having typed this all up. Thanks for listening. I'm gonna take a walk. I know a lot of you are just waking up. Good morning. Sorry if I've made it a not-so-great morning. Sorry if I'm worrying you.
Gonna go
Thanks
R
Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise him all creatures here below. Praise him above ye heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
Saturday, August 6, 2016
About that whole travel blog thing...
That was... a joke, right?
I honestly don't know WHY I thought I would have or take time to write blog posts this past month. They actually do take considerable time and effort! I tried once or twice in the beginning, while I was waiting in line I would write on my phone, etc. But there is so much more to see and do! Also I took a BUTT LOAD of pictures, and my down time in hostels was mostly spent combing through them and trying to wrestle them onto Facebook. I have 8 new albums up!
There is so much to say I will never get through all of it. I've been debating how I wanna do this - do I want to write you a post from each city just telling you what I did? Do I not want to go into all of that detail? One thing I do want to do is construct a sort of hints and tips guide. For now, I pray your indulgence while I figure this out, and I'll give you a tiny low-down for the interim:
My trip was fantastic. I am so blessed, and I was so very looked after the whole time. Honestly? Nothing really bad happened. How crazy is that?? I met cool people and saw beautiful things and went places I never dreamed I would actually go! It's actually still really hard to believe that it happened. It almost feels like something I watched, the way it is in my memory. That's... actually something I'm worried about. losing this memory. but I won't dwell on that now.
I. Am. Exhausted. Travelling. Is. Exhausting. And I was only gone for a month! I met several people on my journies that had been gone as much as 3 or SIX months! I don't know how. About halfway through my trip I had a big wave of "and why did I think 4 weeks was ok??" - I really felt like calling it, and going back home. But I had already booked the hostels, and I would be wasting my interrail, so I kept on, and I am so glad I did!
Mainly the worst part about this trip was: It is summer. Now here's the thing: I grew up with Texas summers. But SOMEHOW, without even having lived through a summer in Britain yet, I seem to have forgotten that summer is EFFING HOT, and that sweating is the actual worst. Also I didn't pack for it - in my defense I was only packing with from the things I brought from Texas to the UK, which was not a lot of summer clothing. In any case, Italy in the summer, when you are unprepared, is REALLY miserable. But I made it! And the North was much cooler, praise the Lord.
As I said I will hopefully post more later. Right now? You could help me by praying for the rest of my summer. I really need to transition into WORK mode soon, which I have a feeling will be very very difficult. But I have a LOT of work to do. And I really need to do it. I finally got my marks for my first two submitted essays while I was gone and well, let's just say I need to work harder, and I won't be getting a distinction any time soon. But that's ok! So long as I graduate, I'm grand. Haha you never thought *I* would be the one claiming "Ds make Degrees!" did you? Well they do.
Also, as I said in a status, I managed to not hurt myself much this trip (with one tiny scare about my weak knee), but the very last day, while walking through Brussels on the way home, I think I strained my back or pinched a nerve or something and if it doesn't get better I might have to go see a doctor or something. Uhg I hate seeing doctors, and I have no clue how the NHS system works. Do I see a GP for something like this? or go straight to a chiropractor?? I dunno.
I've got a lot of thoughts to share but it might take a while to organize them. Still, if I don't post more in the next few days, come yell at me, before I start to forget what Paris was like.
Thanks as always for reading, and sorry for not making good on my promise to post AT ALL!
Rissa
Praise God from whom all blessings flow, praise him all creatures here below, praise him above ye heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
I honestly don't know WHY I thought I would have or take time to write blog posts this past month. They actually do take considerable time and effort! I tried once or twice in the beginning, while I was waiting in line I would write on my phone, etc. But there is so much more to see and do! Also I took a BUTT LOAD of pictures, and my down time in hostels was mostly spent combing through them and trying to wrestle them onto Facebook. I have 8 new albums up!
There is so much to say I will never get through all of it. I've been debating how I wanna do this - do I want to write you a post from each city just telling you what I did? Do I not want to go into all of that detail? One thing I do want to do is construct a sort of hints and tips guide. For now, I pray your indulgence while I figure this out, and I'll give you a tiny low-down for the interim:
My trip was fantastic. I am so blessed, and I was so very looked after the whole time. Honestly? Nothing really bad happened. How crazy is that?? I met cool people and saw beautiful things and went places I never dreamed I would actually go! It's actually still really hard to believe that it happened. It almost feels like something I watched, the way it is in my memory. That's... actually something I'm worried about. losing this memory. but I won't dwell on that now.
I. Am. Exhausted. Travelling. Is. Exhausting. And I was only gone for a month! I met several people on my journies that had been gone as much as 3 or SIX months! I don't know how. About halfway through my trip I had a big wave of "and why did I think 4 weeks was ok??" - I really felt like calling it, and going back home. But I had already booked the hostels, and I would be wasting my interrail, so I kept on, and I am so glad I did!
Mainly the worst part about this trip was: It is summer. Now here's the thing: I grew up with Texas summers. But SOMEHOW, without even having lived through a summer in Britain yet, I seem to have forgotten that summer is EFFING HOT, and that sweating is the actual worst. Also I didn't pack for it - in my defense I was only packing with from the things I brought from Texas to the UK, which was not a lot of summer clothing. In any case, Italy in the summer, when you are unprepared, is REALLY miserable. But I made it! And the North was much cooler, praise the Lord.
As I said I will hopefully post more later. Right now? You could help me by praying for the rest of my summer. I really need to transition into WORK mode soon, which I have a feeling will be very very difficult. But I have a LOT of work to do. And I really need to do it. I finally got my marks for my first two submitted essays while I was gone and well, let's just say I need to work harder, and I won't be getting a distinction any time soon. But that's ok! So long as I graduate, I'm grand. Haha you never thought *I* would be the one claiming "Ds make Degrees!" did you? Well they do.
Also, as I said in a status, I managed to not hurt myself much this trip (with one tiny scare about my weak knee), but the very last day, while walking through Brussels on the way home, I think I strained my back or pinched a nerve or something and if it doesn't get better I might have to go see a doctor or something. Uhg I hate seeing doctors, and I have no clue how the NHS system works. Do I see a GP for something like this? or go straight to a chiropractor?? I dunno.
I've got a lot of thoughts to share but it might take a while to organize them. Still, if I don't post more in the next few days, come yell at me, before I start to forget what Paris was like.
Thanks as always for reading, and sorry for not making good on my promise to post AT ALL!
Rissa
Praise God from whom all blessings flow, praise him all creatures here below, praise him above ye heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
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