Splashing In Puddles of Sand

Last Days, First Days....Sometimes

Tomorrow is my first day at work. Which means today is my last day of being a student. Of sleeping in. Of being lazy. Of only doing things that I want to do on days that I want to do them. It is the last time where I have an excuse to be irresponsible, alcoholic, lazy, and crazy and just blame it on being a 'student.'

Tomorrow is my first day. Which means it will be the first of many days where I will have to wake up early. I will have to dress up EVERY day. I will have to scout around my new office to find a)the coffee maker b)the bathroom and c)all the hot men. Those are my new three priorities. Actually those tend to usually be my priorities. I would have added food in there but in my new life I dont eat food! hehe. I burn fat instead!

For the first time I will be eagerly awaiting Friday evening the second Monday rolls around. Before I used to wish for Fridays, but for other reasons. It was rarely because I was tired...come on! I was in college, I could just not bother going in, or skip a class or two to catch up on sleep (or sleep off a hangover!) The only thing that made me look forward to Friday's was knowing I was going to get to see my INCREDIBLY sexy boyfriend at the weekend. Sometimes he'd come down to me, sometimes I would go up to see him. Sometimes we would spend the WHOLE weekend lying in bed, moving only to eat or go to the bathroom. Sometimes we would go out, we would go to see movies, go watch rugby matches in the pub. Sometimes I even got to watch my own man playing rugby which I especially loved :)

But sometimes things change. First days will one day become memories, and they will be replaced by new first days. Weekends get filled with other activities that can be depressingly boring. Sometimes even the most eventful weekend feels like nothing compared to lying in bed with someone you love. Sometimes new beginnings are good...but endings...endings are the saddest part for me.

But to end on a bright note...sometimes you get put in a situation where you can never even imagine things being as good as they are. That is what gives me hope at beginings. You really don't know what is ahead of you. I never thought one Saturday night in October would bring me all the butterflies, all the smiles, all the laughter, all the memories that it did. I couldn't even imagine things to be as good as they were...and Rhona has an over-active imagination. So as so many of my friends go back to their usual life, going back to college, going back to rugby practice, going back to the pub on a Sunday night and not making it into class on Monday morning, I am forced to branch out. But I'm going to embrace this. And I'll look back on things that have ended, to remind me that in the begining I never would have believed I could love them as much as I did...

posted by Oreo @ 9:48 PM