Letter from Val today. She sent along a highly entertaining postcard, so un-British.
Occasionally I get this eerie feeling that Val and I are having mirror images of the same experience. She's becoming increasingly disenchanted with academia and I'm becoming increasingly dependant on it, and I think that if we could just get together and compare notes we'd probably say the hell with it all and move to Barbados. I don't know that either of us are on the road to accomplishing the goals we set out on these adventures to accomplish, and I don't know if that's a bad thing.
I don't know if there will be a wedding next summer in England. I can't really comment much on that, though, without sounding, um, evil. I love Jude, I really do. But Val is special.
But anyway, Val's letter just reinforces the fact that all I've been doing for the last 5 months is spinning my wheels. Someone, please justify my existance for me, because I seem to be unable to figure it out.
Occasionally I get this eerie feeling that Val and I are having mirror images of the same experience. She's becoming increasingly disenchanted with academia and I'm becoming increasingly dependant on it, and I think that if we could just get together and compare notes we'd probably say the hell with it all and move to Barbados. I don't know that either of us are on the road to accomplishing the goals we set out on these adventures to accomplish, and I don't know if that's a bad thing.
I don't know if there will be a wedding next summer in England. I can't really comment much on that, though, without sounding, um, evil. I love Jude, I really do. But Val is special.
But anyway, Val's letter just reinforces the fact that all I've been doing for the last 5 months is spinning my wheels. Someone, please justify my existance for me, because I seem to be unable to figure it out.
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Date: 2003-10-24 05:07 pm (UTC)Your reaction to this intrigues me, though. As far as I know the only other people that read this are ones that I know, that are familiar with the samantha on the other side of the journal. (The one that is, I fear, less interesting.) But I think a great idea would be to tell your friends. I've always wanted a following, and this could be one in which samantha makes everyone feel better about their own neuroses by detailing, with alarmingly increasing frequency, her own.
Alternately, I also suggest you randomly stop by Jeff's. He doesn't say much unless he has something to say, and so when he does he tends to actually get the point that I try for in my more frequent rambles. This quality is part of the reason I developed such a crush on him originally (aside from the fact that he's, uh, hot) and why I'm still constantly making him tell me stories.