Funny How Much Life Begins Once You're Done With Classes
Lately, I feel as if, no matter how hard I try, I simply cannot write a proper entry.
Not that my writing skills have vastly deteriorated, at least not as far as I can tell, but as a result of how jam packed my life is lately.
As soon as I go to write about the Placebo concert, I find my internship at the Poughkeepsie Journal thrust into hyper speed. The second I decide to write about my weekend, which is a bevy of information to begin with, my brother is wheeled into surgery on his tibia and femur. The moment I think I'm going to write about a Tuesday night out drinking for Denni's birthday, I'm talking on the phone with a student from Virgina Tech about the shootings and the four individuals he knew who passed away as a result.
It all keeps me on my toes and disallows life from falling into the realm of boring but it certainly can make filling people in on what's going on a trifle bit difficult. Sunday was the big day of catching up with certain individuals who I haven't heard from in months, mostly of the Kayo and Liz variety, yet there are so many others I desperately want to talk to (ie. HEATHER I MISS YOUUUUU). And forget LJ entries that fully divulge all details. As much as I love writing them, they have fallen a bit to the wayside.
Of course, in as many ways as it is frustrating to find myself strapped for time in this regard, I must be honest -- I always have been the type who loves to keep herself busy. I used to require much more down time, much more quiet...but the part that has always loved being on the go, has always wanted things to do, has grown by leaps and bounds.
That's not to say I don't adore my calm, peaceful moments -- just me and a book or me, a giant glass of Pepsi and my laptop -- but I'm liking the direction life is going right now.
And I'm already heaping more on my plate....taking more on at the Journal, hoping to impress them further. Looking into volunteer work with Puppies Behind Bars and another part time job to throw myself into even if the Pojo hires me. Making plans that will take me straight through to the weekend -- 80's Night, Laura's magical 90's night birthday bonanza, margaritas with Rachel, more birthday shenanigans with Denni on Saturday.
It's a lot but it's satisfying.
Where farmer's used to feel a sense of satisfaction in working the land all day, I'm feeling it just working my life to the fullest extent that I can possibly imagine at this moment.
Not that my writing skills have vastly deteriorated, at least not as far as I can tell, but as a result of how jam packed my life is lately.
As soon as I go to write about the Placebo concert, I find my internship at the Poughkeepsie Journal thrust into hyper speed. The second I decide to write about my weekend, which is a bevy of information to begin with, my brother is wheeled into surgery on his tibia and femur. The moment I think I'm going to write about a Tuesday night out drinking for Denni's birthday, I'm talking on the phone with a student from Virgina Tech about the shootings and the four individuals he knew who passed away as a result.
It all keeps me on my toes and disallows life from falling into the realm of boring but it certainly can make filling people in on what's going on a trifle bit difficult. Sunday was the big day of catching up with certain individuals who I haven't heard from in months, mostly of the Kayo and Liz variety, yet there are so many others I desperately want to talk to (ie. HEATHER I MISS YOUUUUU). And forget LJ entries that fully divulge all details. As much as I love writing them, they have fallen a bit to the wayside.
Of course, in as many ways as it is frustrating to find myself strapped for time in this regard, I must be honest -- I always have been the type who loves to keep herself busy. I used to require much more down time, much more quiet...but the part that has always loved being on the go, has always wanted things to do, has grown by leaps and bounds.
That's not to say I don't adore my calm, peaceful moments -- just me and a book or me, a giant glass of Pepsi and my laptop -- but I'm liking the direction life is going right now.
And I'm already heaping more on my plate....taking more on at the Journal, hoping to impress them further. Looking into volunteer work with Puppies Behind Bars and another part time job to throw myself into even if the Pojo hires me. Making plans that will take me straight through to the weekend -- 80's Night, Laura's magical 90's night birthday bonanza, margaritas with Rachel, more birthday shenanigans with Denni on Saturday.
It's a lot but it's satisfying.
Where farmer's used to feel a sense of satisfaction in working the land all day, I'm feeling it just working my life to the fullest extent that I can possibly imagine at this moment.