17 2 / 2012
Ho hum
Just remembered some leftover rage and frustration from last year, rowing-wise, as the year revolves and the whole thing is stupidly close to getting repeated. However I am a wiser, stronger, more chilled, more mature Becca and I dealt with it in a reasoned, written way, decided that I can’t’ve been the only douchebag involved, was brutal in the nicest way, and damn it felt good to get some of it off my chest.
Bottom line? I have less than a term left at university. I get to choose how I spend it, and if they don’t give me the crew I want, then I have the right to go and do something else. Write a novel. Get drunk. Go out with gentlemen. See films. Do my hair and make-up every day. Get a first. Go to the gym. Sit at home, play the guitar and sing badly.
If they give me the crew I want? Then let domination occur. Otherwise, see the above. Henley all always be there. There’s always next year, or the year after, or the year after that.
