"Don't say the answer, actions speak louder than"
It feels weird some of the things I'm about to type, because I know of so many people who aren't doing well right now. Whether it's mere stress from school or deeper problems, so many people I know are in a funk right now. Why am I the only one that's not? I try to cheer people up, but I've come to the conclusion that I'm really crappy at it. I guess I still need work on my people skills. Am also in a love-hate relationship with the thought of Thanksgiving Break. I love the lack of classes and getting to see Susie and Krone again. I hate that it means when I come back there's only three weeks left in the semester before the very long Christmas Break. I like college goddammit! I want to stay here as much as possible!
Okay, but aside from that, I had a very good Sunday. Funny, because it didn't feel like it'd be a good one. Well, I'd switched my work shift with another girl so I'm working Tuesday afternoon instead, so I knew that would be good. But I didn't wake up until one in the afternoon today. I mean literally, didn't wake up at all. Usually when I sleep in late, it's of my own volition, having woken up many times that morning and deciding I needed more sleep. Today it was like I'd been in a coma. And I'd suffered this horribly bizarre dream that invovled a Calculus class, a family vacation with people who weren't my family, a weird old house, magic, rapists, witches, Shakespearean histories, and Batman. Dear God I hope that was the effects of the Chinese food from yesterday and not my pure, unadulterated subconscious. So once I'd fully woken up and showered and eaten, I went on a very long walk, much further than I'd gone before. It wasn't an emo-walk, it more a "I'm feeling weird and have nothing else to do" walk. I spent most of it holding my notebook and listening to "tick, tick, BOOM." That musical speaks to me so much. Anyway, it got me out of my creative funk. I started a story. Well, more than started, I wrote 14 pages and have more still to do. It's from the perspective of a male character, a goal I'd been wanting to accomplish. And as I started writing it, it took a different turn than what I'd been expecting. It's actually happy, and it's even sort of a love story. I've never written anything quite like it before. It felt so good.
I want to be able to do this for the rest of my life.
Okay, but aside from that, I had a very good Sunday. Funny, because it didn't feel like it'd be a good one. Well, I'd switched my work shift with another girl so I'm working Tuesday afternoon instead, so I knew that would be good. But I didn't wake up until one in the afternoon today. I mean literally, didn't wake up at all. Usually when I sleep in late, it's of my own volition, having woken up many times that morning and deciding I needed more sleep. Today it was like I'd been in a coma. And I'd suffered this horribly bizarre dream that invovled a Calculus class, a family vacation with people who weren't my family, a weird old house, magic, rapists, witches, Shakespearean histories, and Batman. Dear God I hope that was the effects of the Chinese food from yesterday and not my pure, unadulterated subconscious. So once I'd fully woken up and showered and eaten, I went on a very long walk, much further than I'd gone before. It wasn't an emo-walk, it more a "I'm feeling weird and have nothing else to do" walk. I spent most of it holding my notebook and listening to "tick, tick, BOOM." That musical speaks to me so much. Anyway, it got me out of my creative funk. I started a story. Well, more than started, I wrote 14 pages and have more still to do. It's from the perspective of a male character, a goal I'd been wanting to accomplish. And as I started writing it, it took a different turn than what I'd been expecting. It's actually happy, and it's even sort of a love story. I've never written anything quite like it before. It felt so good.
I want to be able to do this for the rest of my life.