When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year
I'm not sure if I'm sorry or not for falling off the face of the blogging planet or not. On the one hand, I know that is how alot of you all keep up with whats going on in my life. On the other, the last month has been a dark spot for me, so my journal entries would have been not fun. I didn't want to spend my time recording how miserable I felt at that moment, as the "bitch-and-moan" entries turn into a vicious cycle (and trust me, October sucked). SO, for the time being, I figured it was better to abandon writing than turn this into a place to vent. I don't want to look back on my first semester entries and remember all the bad stuff because that's all I could focus on. Not to say that I'll never will be angry or sad in an entry, but I don't want to be my writing always.
I'm really excited to go home in 11 days. I can almost taste the black beans! But most of all, I'm looking forward to going to visit Oakton. This surprised me at first because I spent the majority of high school, hating it and wishing it was over. Sometimes I wish I could go back and do some things over but with what I know now. If only. I feel like I've done so much growing in the past four months that I feel like I've aged about five years. I don't think I realized there was so much room in me to do that. The other thing that I think I'm learning is how much growing hurts. I definately never appreciated the wonderful supprot network I had until it went missing from my life.
At the same time, I also realize that the break isn't that long, so to those I don't get to see, don't take offense--take a rain check. It will be so much easier to catch up over winter break. It's not that far for me either. I intend to come home around the 9th, so there will be pleanty of time then.
On the same, homesick note, it was the strangest feeling yesterday when I looked at the clock and realized that Oakton theater was probably just finishing up green room. I was sorry not to be there too, or atleast seeing the show. And even now, I know the cast and crew are starting to do makeup because call was probably five or five-thirty. I know none of them will read this tonight, but break a leg guys!
I guess that's all for now chickadees.
Peace and love!
I'm really excited to go home in 11 days. I can almost taste the black beans! But most of all, I'm looking forward to going to visit Oakton. This surprised me at first because I spent the majority of high school, hating it and wishing it was over. Sometimes I wish I could go back and do some things over but with what I know now. If only. I feel like I've done so much growing in the past four months that I feel like I've aged about five years. I don't think I realized there was so much room in me to do that. The other thing that I think I'm learning is how much growing hurts. I definately never appreciated the wonderful supprot network I had until it went missing from my life.
At the same time, I also realize that the break isn't that long, so to those I don't get to see, don't take offense--take a rain check. It will be so much easier to catch up over winter break. It's not that far for me either. I intend to come home around the 9th, so there will be pleanty of time then.
On the same, homesick note, it was the strangest feeling yesterday when I looked at the clock and realized that Oakton theater was probably just finishing up green room. I was sorry not to be there too, or atleast seeing the show. And even now, I know the cast and crew are starting to do makeup because call was probably five or five-thirty. I know none of them will read this tonight, but break a leg guys!
I guess that's all for now chickadees.
Peace and love!