Talk about Blast from the Past!!!
Wow, so Adam IMed me today and mentioned he had started writing in livejournal again. So that prompted me to pull my old one up and look through it. I kept that thing over three years ago!!! It is bittersweet. It was hilarious reading some of the things I wrote and thought were important at the time and looking back on all the good times but then again I am sad now because those times are gone, and can never happen again. I was so innocent and naive and everything was simple. Growing up is crazy.
So just to catch anyone up out there who might be reading this wondering what the hell is a livejournal and why do I have one...basically me, Adam, Ethan Erevia, and Alex Brown made them when we were around 14-16 and wrote about our day-to-day activities and bashed each other through entries and comments. haha. I am so happy this thing is still in existence, those were my absolute favorite times in highschool!
I think I am going to start writing in this again for a while, so maybe in 3 years from now...when i am 22 (kill me!!!)...I can look back and laugh all over again. Plus I think my life is a little bit more interesting than DDR, mario party, four square, and track now (i hope).
I'll start off with going back to last Wednesday. So Wednesday was Halloween, I should of followed my intuition and stayed in, especially since I had a big test the next morning, but I am the master of bad decisions and went out regardless. Needless to say, the next morning was filled with regret and misery. I had broken another cell phone (it's fine now) and unknowingly messed up things with my boyfriend (again). I literally went onto campus with out showering, brushing my teeth or hair, in a huge dirty sweat shirt and sweatpants, my goth eyeliner that went with my costume still in tact. Bottom line: I was disgusting and I feel bad for whoever had to be within 50 feet of me. I honestly don't how I was even able to read the questions on my test but somehow I pulled off an 80. So I get off campus finally and go home to try to piece back together my appearance and well, life. Basically this led to the demise of my relationship and an assortment of other things. But it was okay, because I was going to Indiana that weekend, to run in our club cross country nationals race, and that would be a good get-a-way and what not. So I had packed all my stuff for the weekend and set my alarm clock for 5:30 am so I could meet the rest of the team at 6:30 and we'd set out for our 9 hour drive out west. No. For the first time in my life I completely slept through my alarm clock. I woke up at 9:15 and I saw that it was light outside and my heart just immediately sank. My phone wasn't working so I had missed the wake-up calls as well. I felt really bad thinking about the team just waiting for me to show up and trying to get a hold of me and there I am in bed, so dead asleep and oblivous. In the end I just decided to go back to Stafford for the weekend and get things done. I woke up really early today (Saturday) to write this essay. I spent hours outlining and writing it when my laptop broke out of nowhere. It shut off, never turned back on, who knows if it will, and I lost all my work. I tried to get myself to just re-write the paper because I needed to get it done but I couldn't bring myself to. I skipped out on going to the pumpkin patch for Jeff's birthday in hopes that I'd write it but I was so fustrated I couldn't concentrate. After I realized I wasn't going to get anything done, I eventually went to Bryce's where Jeff's birthday celebration was continued with the contribution of a keg. I got to saw a lot of people I havn't seen in a while and it was cool, it just feels like a lot has changed and things aren't the same anymore. Maybe it was because everyone was sufficiently drunk and I wasn't? Yeah so I came back home, got online, and reminisced with Adam on our childhood. I feel a lot better after doing that. This is going to be a really hechtic week but I am kind of glad.
So just to catch anyone up out there who might be reading this wondering what the hell is a livejournal and why do I have one...basically me, Adam, Ethan Erevia, and Alex Brown made them when we were around 14-16 and wrote about our day-to-day activities and bashed each other through entries and comments. haha. I am so happy this thing is still in existence, those were my absolute favorite times in highschool!
I think I am going to start writing in this again for a while, so maybe in 3 years from now...when i am 22 (kill me!!!)...I can look back and laugh all over again. Plus I think my life is a little bit more interesting than DDR, mario party, four square, and track now (i hope).
I'll start off with going back to last Wednesday. So Wednesday was Halloween, I should of followed my intuition and stayed in, especially since I had a big test the next morning, but I am the master of bad decisions and went out regardless. Needless to say, the next morning was filled with regret and misery. I had broken another cell phone (it's fine now) and unknowingly messed up things with my boyfriend (again). I literally went onto campus with out showering, brushing my teeth or hair, in a huge dirty sweat shirt and sweatpants, my goth eyeliner that went with my costume still in tact. Bottom line: I was disgusting and I feel bad for whoever had to be within 50 feet of me. I honestly don't how I was even able to read the questions on my test but somehow I pulled off an 80. So I get off campus finally and go home to try to piece back together my appearance and well, life. Basically this led to the demise of my relationship and an assortment of other things. But it was okay, because I was going to Indiana that weekend, to run in our club cross country nationals race, and that would be a good get-a-way and what not. So I had packed all my stuff for the weekend and set my alarm clock for 5:30 am so I could meet the rest of the team at 6:30 and we'd set out for our 9 hour drive out west. No. For the first time in my life I completely slept through my alarm clock. I woke up at 9:15 and I saw that it was light outside and my heart just immediately sank. My phone wasn't working so I had missed the wake-up calls as well. I felt really bad thinking about the team just waiting for me to show up and trying to get a hold of me and there I am in bed, so dead asleep and oblivous. In the end I just decided to go back to Stafford for the weekend and get things done. I woke up really early today (Saturday) to write this essay. I spent hours outlining and writing it when my laptop broke out of nowhere. It shut off, never turned back on, who knows if it will, and I lost all my work. I tried to get myself to just re-write the paper because I needed to get it done but I couldn't bring myself to. I skipped out on going to the pumpkin patch for Jeff's birthday in hopes that I'd write it but I was so fustrated I couldn't concentrate. After I realized I wasn't going to get anything done, I eventually went to Bryce's where Jeff's birthday celebration was continued with the contribution of a keg. I got to saw a lot of people I havn't seen in a while and it was cool, it just feels like a lot has changed and things aren't the same anymore. Maybe it was because everyone was sufficiently drunk and I wasn't? Yeah so I came back home, got online, and reminisced with Adam on our childhood. I feel a lot better after doing that. This is going to be a really hechtic week but I am kind of glad.