(no subject)
everything is changing so quickly. my whole world, right before my eyes, is as constant as a nervous chameleon. does that even make sense? i don't even have time to think these days. wake up at 8. gym. errands. work. friends. chores. mother. mother. mother. friends. errands all the time. i'm supposed to be cleaning my room, but i opted instead to lull you with my fantastic compilation of words from the english and not-so-english languages. see my head is a mess, but i'm happy like this. i don't think i've ever been more comfortable in my own skin. i honestly think i'd be content sitting in my room with the door closed for the entire day. it's a good place to be. i feel like rambling. sorry. so yes. camp was, in a word, great. learned a lot. got really tan. made some friends. and a cute boy who might as well not know i'm alive. what's new? mom's on my case. what's new? i have a Visa Checkcard, and I spend too much money as a result. I've missed a lot of things lately.. taking pictures, sleepovers, old friends, enjoying a quiet night at home, cousins. the way i look at it, i only have 33 days left in this beautiful alamo city before i pack up, move out, live my own life. i'm really scared. i'm really really excited. i'm slightly worried. i'm undoubtedly nervous. i feel like up until August 15th my world will be relatively normal. same friends. same family. same house. same faces everywhere. same weather. same bed. but as of August 15th, everything will have turned topsy turvy. I have absolutely no idea what my day-to-day is going to look like, or what the faces i see will look like, or what the food i eat will taste like. so basically, i'm freaking out. in both good and bad ways.