Seeing Myself
You can tell that it is wearing off if you start to think maybe some other time would have been better.
Weekend events went well. It was necessary. I don't want to talk about Mike...he killed my buzz. Ever since then I have been feeling strange and ignoring his calls. The feeling and the action are not related. I am not getting much work done--even with my course load I feel like I can slide by. I have to study for the LSAT though. Games will kick my butt and if I get below 160...it doesn't even feel that important right now. That is what happens when you enter your ideal self and feel it slip away.
I kind of wish I had stayed at the white party longer and had been prepared to go. What remains of my black nail polish is a fair indicator of how much I clashed.
Dance is getting better. Hannah and I went to today's TA session and I feel more comfortable moving. Once it feels more natural, I think I can at least not embarrass Hannah too much. It's fun. I just wish my shoes would arrive. Cross your fingers for me people.
What else has been going on?
Becca and I started running. Sessions consist of me trying to keep her at a constant speed, but she is too hard on herself if you ask her how she is doing. Becca is in pretty good shape--at least she can run a mile(+) and hold a conversation the entire time.
I have been thinking about starting a new journal. There isn't any purpose in it...I just like fresh starts. Ha, I actually started writing a short story some time ago. Maybe I'll post it if I feel like criticism. I just want to find my own style for everything.
Maybe I'll go make a new one now. At least it can thin out the dead journals.
Weekend events went well. It was necessary. I don't want to talk about Mike...he killed my buzz. Ever since then I have been feeling strange and ignoring his calls. The feeling and the action are not related. I am not getting much work done--even with my course load I feel like I can slide by. I have to study for the LSAT though. Games will kick my butt and if I get below 160...it doesn't even feel that important right now. That is what happens when you enter your ideal self and feel it slip away.
I kind of wish I had stayed at the white party longer and had been prepared to go. What remains of my black nail polish is a fair indicator of how much I clashed.
Dance is getting better. Hannah and I went to today's TA session and I feel more comfortable moving. Once it feels more natural, I think I can at least not embarrass Hannah too much. It's fun. I just wish my shoes would arrive. Cross your fingers for me people.
What else has been going on?
Becca and I started running. Sessions consist of me trying to keep her at a constant speed, but she is too hard on herself if you ask her how she is doing. Becca is in pretty good shape--at least she can run a mile(+) and hold a conversation the entire time.
I have been thinking about starting a new journal. There isn't any purpose in it...I just like fresh starts. Ha, I actually started writing a short story some time ago. Maybe I'll post it if I feel like criticism. I just want to find my own style for everything.
Maybe I'll go make a new one now. At least it can thin out the dead journals.