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I've decided that I'm going to try and write in this as much as I can because honestly i can type far faster than I can write, and I really want to remember this year. I suppose I've been slightly obsessive about change lately, how much things will change, how different things will be, and I've come to realize that it might partially be because I have no idea whowhat I'm supposed to be. Everyone else has at least some sort of idea of what they'll be doing next year.. I've thought about it so much and still I haven't come up with anything. It changes daily, and I guess the problem is not that I can't picture myself doing anything, it's that I can picture myself doing everything.
We're making a movie with exaggerated versions of ourselves and exaggerated events that have occured, but the thing is, I've been thinking about it, and really, it's turning out to be more and more like our actual reality than the exaggerated truth that we meant it to be. She thinks that perhaps I'll learn something about myself that I otherwise wouldn't have known, that we'll all learn something about ourselves. I just hope it's not going to be bad. All I know is that it has to be honest. It has to mean something.
I need to stop resisting change. It feels like I've been transported back to three years ago, to the good parts of three years ago, which isn't so bad, but there are things happening that shouldn't be, and that needs to stop. I feel like if I would just stop talking all the time about making something happen, and just go do it that things would be better.
I was called down to the conference room this morning to talk with representatives from american universities. They didn't really seem to know what they were talking about, or that they cared what they were talking about. I went to psych class and for the first time heard the boy that sits behind me speak. He has a really nice accent.
We're making a movie with exaggerated versions of ourselves and exaggerated events that have occured, but the thing is, I've been thinking about it, and really, it's turning out to be more and more like our actual reality than the exaggerated truth that we meant it to be. She thinks that perhaps I'll learn something about myself that I otherwise wouldn't have known, that we'll all learn something about ourselves. I just hope it's not going to be bad. All I know is that it has to be honest. It has to mean something.
I need to stop resisting change. It feels like I've been transported back to three years ago, to the good parts of three years ago, which isn't so bad, but there are things happening that shouldn't be, and that needs to stop. I feel like if I would just stop talking all the time about making something happen, and just go do it that things would be better.
I was called down to the conference room this morning to talk with representatives from american universities. They didn't really seem to know what they were talking about, or that they cared what they were talking about. I went to psych class and for the first time heard the boy that sits behind me speak. He has a really nice accent.