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Something, I am not quite sure exactly, has persuaded me to write an entry on here. Something I have the hardest time doing because- not so much I don't have anything to say, but whereas I just never know what to say. Something that was supposed to be a phase of being overly paranoid of people and their judgements, has traveled with me to junior year, and yet, still shows no sign of stopping. So be it as I may... These are the reasons of why I never update. However, it seems quite the time to just get over it.
Ah, Drama is fun. Being Maggie, I realized, is being someone I am just not anymore. I am nothing like Maggie.. but Mrs. O'Day saw it in me, and apparently I can search deep inside for pastel-blue innocense, with a sense of morals. I'm not really friends with anyone in the cast, save for Mark, and often I find it that I cannot go with the flow of saying lines. Like, all of a sudden, inspiration and natural ability is drawn away in such a... mysterious manner. All in all, I know that natural things just does not simply go away. So it must be an absent muse distracting me of what I know I can do. What was it that uproarously rooted itself inside me to give me the insipration that came flowing so easily from my lips just a couple of years back? And why did it rip away taking the very nutrients and soil that gave me this ability? Whatever the reason, what's done is done, and I am perfectly ok with it all.
Lets see, Anatomy is not my ideal of fun anymore. No, I love the human body with a grand sense of interest, and I want to pursue this in a career of medicine eventually, but it is just one of those classes where you want to sit in the back and figure a way on how to remove all the epithelial from one's body. And those lessons, on where things are and what it is composed of, has simply turned into a game. A game in which I imagine what those certain pieces would make a body look like after being ripped out and thrown on the floor. Does anyone do this?
A stress reliever, I'm sure. :)
Ah, Drama is fun. Being Maggie, I realized, is being someone I am just not anymore. I am nothing like Maggie.. but Mrs. O'Day saw it in me, and apparently I can search deep inside for pastel-blue innocense, with a sense of morals. I'm not really friends with anyone in the cast, save for Mark, and often I find it that I cannot go with the flow of saying lines. Like, all of a sudden, inspiration and natural ability is drawn away in such a... mysterious manner. All in all, I know that natural things just does not simply go away. So it must be an absent muse distracting me of what I know I can do. What was it that uproarously rooted itself inside me to give me the insipration that came flowing so easily from my lips just a couple of years back? And why did it rip away taking the very nutrients and soil that gave me this ability? Whatever the reason, what's done is done, and I am perfectly ok with it all.
Lets see, Anatomy is not my ideal of fun anymore. No, I love the human body with a grand sense of interest, and I want to pursue this in a career of medicine eventually, but it is just one of those classes where you want to sit in the back and figure a way on how to remove all the epithelial from one's body. And those lessons, on where things are and what it is composed of, has simply turned into a game. A game in which I imagine what those certain pieces would make a body look like after being ripped out and thrown on the floor. Does anyone do this?
A stress reliever, I'm sure. :)