PadawanGirl

holy fuck, it's halfway through october?! so much going on, i don't know what's happening most of the time! D: my classes are going to kill me yet this semester! (if you want to know just how stressful they are, i got shingles after ONE week.) will prolly write another journal in 4 more months again (if i live that long.)

so, on saturday morning (2 AM) i got back home after a week in haiti. i have had tons of people ask me "how was haiti?" or "was your trip fun?". i hate these questions. i hate them, because i am unable to answer them. even to myself. i have been home for 3 days, and i still can not complelty process what happened. and i'm not sure i will ever be able to. i can tell stories, some of them funny, some of them not so funny, some of them i can only tell in tears. i feel like we were unable to accomplish anything in just a week, and yet at the same time, i feel like we accomplished so much. my mind has been unable to focus on anything but the tri

i think after this summer, i am going to boycott summer breaks. they are just bad luck for me! (excuse me, i think i hear the cat up on the counter.) (nope, we're good. just my uncle making noise in the kitchen. didn't know he was home.) anyways, back to rotten summer breaks. alright, so literally the first day i was back home (saturday, april 30th), i started getting sick. because i had just endured about three weeks of extreme stress finishing up my classes and taking finals, i just chalked it up to everything finally taking it's toll on my body. but as the days went on, instead of getting better, it got worse. (oh, now reid's getting y