WOAH!! I wrote this wednesday night, and it got DELETED, and out of nowhere it popped up again!!
Okay, despite the fact that i am severely disillusioned by my math class, and that i'm completely confused with my intellectual capabilities, TODAY WAS A VERY GOOD DAY.
Two of the biggest current concepts/ideas/things/passions in my life were thoroughly aroused today. One being that Ro likes the idea and is running with it, allowing me to think about it with more determination. and two being that...well i have just had the most amazing, eventful day. i'm like a little school girl.
Math class was awful, i was not able to concentrate, and have so much to learn for the upcoming test. but what's worse is that i don't know how i'm gonna get ready for the test with these two huge thoughts in my head.
This morning was the Birmingham Optimist Club breakfast. quizzical. Cannot we define optimism at least in part as, you know, moral and religious tolerance? because they seemed pretty one sided in their beliefs or what have you, and it made for interesting conversation. I think i had a swell time with Molly, would probably criticize her, but am too busy working on my own self-improvement.
There are so many reasons for me to be in love with the current occurences of my life, yet at the same time, almost as many to be frustrated with everything. Funny how both can merge into one situation, huh?
Senior pictures = suck. I guess i can't really blame other people for my physical appearance, so i blame myself, but i can't help but be a little bitter that the one time we attempt to take calculated pictures of me, they turn out nothing like they should've. I thought these were supposed to make even unnattractive people better looking. so be it.
Wha's up with sleep, right? I mean last year i was so able to suffice with my shortage of sleep...this year, nothing like that. It is really taking its toll on me, "she said goodbye, too many times befooooore." sorry. but it is. my eyes hurt when kept at a normal position of openness.
I'm also quite frustrated about the fact that i'm destined to be a mediocre writer, and nothing i can try or do will change that. how stupid.
This entry was totally worth writing. Sometimes, entries aren't worth writing, but i feel accomplished upon writing about my two biggest life things right now. I'll leave you with some format...
"I love love,
I love being in love,
I don't care what it does to me..."
Two of the biggest current concepts/ideas/things/passions in my life were thoroughly aroused today. One being that Ro likes the idea and is running with it, allowing me to think about it with more determination. and two being that...well i have just had the most amazing, eventful day. i'm like a little school girl.
Math class was awful, i was not able to concentrate, and have so much to learn for the upcoming test. but what's worse is that i don't know how i'm gonna get ready for the test with these two huge thoughts in my head.
This morning was the Birmingham Optimist Club breakfast. quizzical. Cannot we define optimism at least in part as, you know, moral and religious tolerance? because they seemed pretty one sided in their beliefs or what have you, and it made for interesting conversation. I think i had a swell time with Molly, would probably criticize her, but am too busy working on my own self-improvement.
There are so many reasons for me to be in love with the current occurences of my life, yet at the same time, almost as many to be frustrated with everything. Funny how both can merge into one situation, huh?
Senior pictures = suck. I guess i can't really blame other people for my physical appearance, so i blame myself, but i can't help but be a little bitter that the one time we attempt to take calculated pictures of me, they turn out nothing like they should've. I thought these were supposed to make even unnattractive people better looking. so be it.
Wha's up with sleep, right? I mean last year i was so able to suffice with my shortage of sleep...this year, nothing like that. It is really taking its toll on me, "she said goodbye, too many times befooooore." sorry. but it is. my eyes hurt when kept at a normal position of openness.
I'm also quite frustrated about the fact that i'm destined to be a mediocre writer, and nothing i can try or do will change that. how stupid.
This entry was totally worth writing. Sometimes, entries aren't worth writing, but i feel accomplished upon writing about my two biggest life things right now. I'll leave you with some format...
"I love love,
I love being in love,
I don't care what it does to me..."