Hey, good to see you again journal
So i feel as though Abby has really been carrying this journal, probably because she has. I guess it's time for all you faithful readers to hear from the other half of the journal, so i'm updating.
Basically, my March has been really amazing so far. I wish this journal was secure enough for me to go into the biggest reason why, but i think that will probably never be the case what with friends lists and random anonymous commenters and whatnot. But a few of the little reasons are as follows:
1. As always, I have the three most incredibly awesome best friends a girl could ask for, and even though none of them really knew the full extent of everything that sucked about this year, they helped me anyway, in some strange sort of way. I don't know I can't really explain it.
2. I have this guy. I don't really know what's going on there, but I really like everything that's happened so far, and it's so cool and low key and not stressful. I could see something working out. When he called me at Wesleyan all the girls I was with were asking if he was my boyfriend, and he isn't, but I was thinking that I could want him to be in the future, which is a really huge thing for me because I haven't felt that way about a dude in a long time. At any rate, we're hanging out this weekend so we'll see what happens.
3. I'm just now realizing how cool it is to have a family as great as mine is. How many people get to have a brother who unquestioningly shares his weed and always brings home alcohol? Yeah, I know we're a little self destructive, but who are all you non-existant readers to judge? My parents pretty much rule a lot of the time too. During the last few months I've been thinking about how much they've had to sacrifice and deal with in their lives and still remain two of the funniest, most laid back, and in love people I've ever met. And Abby understands how infinitely important it is to have sisters.
4. Wesleyan was this weekend, and it was as good if not better than last year. I can't imagine a life without dance or without a friend as sweet and adorable as Sam to do it with. It's not really something that a non-dancer could ever understand completely, but dance is, as Rennie Harris calls it, pure movement and there is no better feeling.
I know I sounded kind of sappy in the above paragraphs, but I really don't care because I've been happier in the last week then I have since I was a little kid. I can't help thinking that I'm probably headed for a fall sometime soon, but in our new spirit of optimism, I'm going to pretend that things are going to stay this awesome for the rest of forever.
And just for all those people who have been reading about me in the last few entries, I'm not nearly as cool as Abby thinks I am and I'm not half as pretty as she is.
A little too much soul searching...I'll definitely try and be less annoying next time I post.
Peace, Ellen
Basically, my March has been really amazing so far. I wish this journal was secure enough for me to go into the biggest reason why, but i think that will probably never be the case what with friends lists and random anonymous commenters and whatnot. But a few of the little reasons are as follows:
1. As always, I have the three most incredibly awesome best friends a girl could ask for, and even though none of them really knew the full extent of everything that sucked about this year, they helped me anyway, in some strange sort of way. I don't know I can't really explain it.
2. I have this guy. I don't really know what's going on there, but I really like everything that's happened so far, and it's so cool and low key and not stressful. I could see something working out. When he called me at Wesleyan all the girls I was with were asking if he was my boyfriend, and he isn't, but I was thinking that I could want him to be in the future, which is a really huge thing for me because I haven't felt that way about a dude in a long time. At any rate, we're hanging out this weekend so we'll see what happens.
3. I'm just now realizing how cool it is to have a family as great as mine is. How many people get to have a brother who unquestioningly shares his weed and always brings home alcohol? Yeah, I know we're a little self destructive, but who are all you non-existant readers to judge? My parents pretty much rule a lot of the time too. During the last few months I've been thinking about how much they've had to sacrifice and deal with in their lives and still remain two of the funniest, most laid back, and in love people I've ever met. And Abby understands how infinitely important it is to have sisters.
4. Wesleyan was this weekend, and it was as good if not better than last year. I can't imagine a life without dance or without a friend as sweet and adorable as Sam to do it with. It's not really something that a non-dancer could ever understand completely, but dance is, as Rennie Harris calls it, pure movement and there is no better feeling.
I know I sounded kind of sappy in the above paragraphs, but I really don't care because I've been happier in the last week then I have since I was a little kid. I can't help thinking that I'm probably headed for a fall sometime soon, but in our new spirit of optimism, I'm going to pretend that things are going to stay this awesome for the rest of forever.
And just for all those people who have been reading about me in the last few entries, I'm not nearly as cool as Abby thinks I am and I'm not half as pretty as she is.
A little too much soul searching...I'll definitely try and be less annoying next time I post.
Peace, Ellen