My mind keeps running like a black river, running
I've come to some very good conclusions in the past week. A lot have to do with love and different types of love one can have for different people. I love going home to New Baltimore because life there is so much slower than life in East Lansing and it always feels like a vacation that leaves me refreshed and clear-minded at the end.
However, every time I go home there is always one thing missing: one of my best friends. I don't know what she is doing with her life right now and she isn't talking to me or my other best friend. I haven't agreed with the people she has been hanging around or the choices she has made in the past year or so, and I'm growing really concerned for her. I have no idea how to talk to her without her feeling I was being condescending, and I don't want to hurt her. My other friend and I have been wondering if she even considers us all to be close anymore, and it makes me really sad.
I've felt really artistic lately and I want to start drawing with pastels again. My roommate for next year showed me something like her memory box/portfolio and I saw a picture of her in 8th grade with mint-green hair wearing a Billibong sweatshirt that just said "BONG." It was hilarious because around the same time I had fire-engine-red hair and actually owned the same sweatshirt. Jesse and I are very similar in a lot of ways, and I'm glad I have a good friend up here I can relate to.
Oh, and I did my taxes today. Without help. I feel so smart and responsible and adult.
My brother gets to go home tomorrow after being at UofM hospital for a week of chemotherapy. Here is his care page:
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/elischwarz
However, every time I go home there is always one thing missing: one of my best friends. I don't know what she is doing with her life right now and she isn't talking to me or my other best friend. I haven't agreed with the people she has been hanging around or the choices she has made in the past year or so, and I'm growing really concerned for her. I have no idea how to talk to her without her feeling I was being condescending, and I don't want to hurt her. My other friend and I have been wondering if she even considers us all to be close anymore, and it makes me really sad.
I've felt really artistic lately and I want to start drawing with pastels again. My roommate for next year showed me something like her memory box/portfolio and I saw a picture of her in 8th grade with mint-green hair wearing a Billibong sweatshirt that just said "BONG." It was hilarious because around the same time I had fire-engine-red hair and actually owned the same sweatshirt. Jesse and I are very similar in a lot of ways, and I'm glad I have a good friend up here I can relate to.
Oh, and I did my taxes today. Without help. I feel so smart and responsible and adult.
My brother gets to go home tomorrow after being at UofM hospital for a week of chemotherapy. Here is his care page:
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/elischwarz